As Sylvan, the mechanic in the small town Upton, closes the hood of the car and cleans his hands he notices a new face. He picks up his shirt that he threw over a wooden plank and lays it over his shoulder. His shoulders are covered with tattoos and he is rather muscular.  He steps out of the garage and leans against the wall. He takes a better look at her. Is she a hunter? No.. She's too young. She is human though, he can smell it. He brushes his fingers through his brown short hair and sighs. He walks back into the dark garage with a thoughtful look on his face. Maybe she's just on a road trip and she needs something to eat or maybe she needs gasoline? He once more looks around at the stranger and shakes his head. He doesn't like tourists at all. He remembers the time he lived in Belgium and that horrible French folk that kept asking for things that were total rubbish. Like restaurants where they have all kinds of strange fish and lobsters. He shakes his head annoyed and lays his hand in his neck.<br/><br/>Sylvan looks at the clock that hangs above the door in the corner of the garage and notices it's time to wrap up. He starts cleaning his garage and when he's done he starts locking the doors. He looks around one more time before going outside. He stretches and rubs his stubbly bearded chin. He takes the key of the custom made Harley Davidson out of the pocket of his jeans. It's a rather old model but it runs perfectly. He sits down and turns on the engine. He enjoys the sound of the roaring engine and the smell of gasoline. He lays his hand on the tank that's black and grey before he slowly rides out of the alleyway where he always parks it. As he passes by the strange girl he slows down and looks at her. His orange-like eyes examine her and before he would pass her he stops. While putting his foot on the ground so he won't fall over he speaks in a loud voice to get over the roaring engine, "Are you lost?"