“I am- but there’s a lot of broken parts. I’m trying to work with it the best I can.” He said as he scratched angrily at the hair growing on his head. How did people just have hair? It was itchy and annoying. If they weren’t out in the wasteland, he would have been rid of it by then. 

“I’m working as fast as I can.” His tone was slightly irritated, glancing over at Max from the smoking engine. “I’m a revhead, not a miracle worker. It’ll be running when I get it it to run.”