"Hey," called a voice, and the man kneeling beside the car smiled, "Can I help you?"<br/><br/>There was a greasy wrench in his bag so he grabbed it, soiling his clean hands with grease, then reached for a work towel jammed in an outside pocket of the bag. Rising to his feet fluidly, he began wiping his hands clean on the towel to appear as though he'd been working.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Perfect...</span>he thought,<span style="font-style: italic">She's keeping her distance,</span><br/><br/>His eyes crinkled as he offered a slight smile, nodding to her, "Looks like you got a bit of a problem here..."<br/><br/>He gestured to the tire, then stuffed the soiled cloth into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a nail, "Found this embedded between the treads. You got a spare? I'll get her changed up, save you the trouble of a tow truck."