__________________________<br/><br/>Remus was aimlessly looking up at endless racks of tires and had been doing so for a while. His hands were in his pockets, having loitered about the perimeter of garage for the last few minutes while a mechanic was attending Miriam and her battered Volvo. On her request, Remus kept close enough for him to hear the exchange, though he hardly knew what she expected him to gather from it.<br/>Remus was only there in the first place because Miriam had expressed a worry that she would get a worse deal if she showed up to the garage alone, even despite the glowing recommendations she had gotten on the shop. She had argued Remus' mere pretense would be sure to save her a small fortune, and Remus had found that specific kind of flattery to be the most effective kind of bribery.<br/>Not that it translated to anything particularly useful; the mechanic could just as well be speaking Russian, making it easy for Remus’ attention to drift around the room.