"I've got an old-world transmission box for you to look at," the mechanic told his coworker, a humoured grin forming on his lips even as he continued to scribble down a rough summary of the issue Miriam had described to him.<br/>With a considerable delay, he nodded towards the open hood of the Volvo, lips parting though seemingly unable to continue that train of thought while simultaneously dot his I's. "Once you're back from break, will you let us know whether its even worth the trouble?"<br/>Remus must have heard the same thing Miriam did; as if on cue, the two had turned to look at each other. Remus hadn’t been paying particular notice of the content of the conversation Miriam had with the mechanic, but the state of the car suddenly seemed much bleaker than it had a moment ago.<br/>Miriam looked almost frightened at the possibility of her car unexpectedly being deemed unfixable, having driven it here without major complications.<br/>Reluctantly, Remus returned to Miriam and her car.