Catherine's first words actually managed to broaden the mechanic's smile ever so much, sitting up a little straighter. Right up until she mentioned proactivity, and the poor fellow slumped into his seat.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"Um, uh, yea... Ab-b-b-bout that..."</span>Shrugging meekly while turning to his bag, trying to settle himself, and managing to cheer up a little bit at the change of topic.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff99cc">"Well... Aaactuuuaaalllyyy... I, um... I uh, You see... I've already, well, sort of already -have- everything I need..."</span>Lifting the rather simple, military grade duffle bag and dropping it into his lap. Unzipping the top, he pulled a waddled and wrapped up cloth from within. Fumbling brightly with the knot, he separated the underwear wrapper from the plumber's wrench within.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"See? I've b-b-b-been keeping some sp-p-pare tools wrapped in, makes it easier and quieter, you see."</span>Giving a half proud smile...<br/><br/>Then blinked.<br/><br/>And blinked...<br/><br/>Then Ssslllooowwwlllyyy turned his head... Face going a vibrant, horrified shade of red as he realized that a pair of silk boxers were hanging from one hand.<br/><br/>A pair of HIS silk boxers.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff99cc">"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm. . . . . . . Oops..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>