He looked at her as she sighed. Watching her remove the body of his car. Every piece she removed you could see him visually flinch. He felt like the car was part of him. Part of who he and Han had become. Like brothers from different mothers they had been. They were friends til the end and then some. He looked at the engine as she took it out and put it someplace safe. He remembered when he and Han built that engine. Made it from scratch. Neither of them had the money to afford a new one...so they made a new one. Spent under two hundred dollars to get the parts they needed. Most was gotten from junk yards and occasional dumps.<br/><br/>He nodded his head and followed her. Letting out a soft sigh of relief. It felt like watching his kid being disected...sorta. He loved the car and he limbed into the car. Looking at the house. "Glad I wasn't here. That would have hurt like a bitch." He mutters. Shaking his head. Muttering clearly profanities in greek. Then watched her drive elsewhere. Looking at the group of people who came out. Listening to her talk. He blinked. "Didn't have to do that. I could have lived out on the streets. Did it before...could have done it again." He says. "I appreciate it though." He smiled a sad smile and climbed out. Nodding his head. Saying to her. "I am so taking up Japanese. I feel really ackward not knowing most everything that is being said around me." He says with an attempted laugh.<br/><br/>He shut the car door and walked over to the DK. Waving at her and then just waited to find out what he was to do next. He hoped the DK spoke English. He didn't speak any Japanese and only understood a very little amount of it.