He was impressed at her caution. It reassured him. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful. He was doubly sure that he'd made the right choice.<br/><br/>Smiling slightly, he followed her to the back of the car, waited a respectable distance from her, then bent into the car to pull the tire free. Bracing it under one arm, he reached in with his free hand to grap the iron and jack, then smiled at her as he stood straight. His eyes met hers for just a moment.<br/><br/>"Hey now..." he pretended to have just noticed who she was, "How's this for luck? You're the pretty lady from the bar, aint ya?"<br/><br/>He turned then, allowing her to answer or not according to her choice. Dropping the tire beside the fender, he used the iron to begin working the nuts free from the flat tire. Humming to himself under his breath, he worked in silence, waiting for her to speak.