Eyes flickering to the younger mechanic in front of him, he gives one final squeeze of the bolt upon the pole-arm he was working on. The mod for the prince’s next weapon was close to being finished, but it seems he has other matters to attend too today. Grumbling as he moves to stand straight, he narrows his eyes in aggravation at her previous statement. Excuse me? A customer is giving his prodigy a rough time!? They were refusing her kind service and advice for what again!? Clearing his throat, they refused service because the skillful worker in front of him is a lady. 

                        What fuckin’ day and age are in again!? 

Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, he moves past her without warning. Cindy’s hands moved a lot more swiftly than his could these days. She was the source of endless information and knowledge when it came to their machinery. Fuck she was an excellent designer if she wanted to be! Hell, she made his shit look better half the time!

 He taught her the odds and ends of the vehicles and machines alike. He showed her the ropes, but most of all she upgraded his teachings to better suit the people around them. To help those in need. Who the fuck thinks her work wouldn’t be as top notch as his!? 

“  They mus’ be new. Ain’t no one gon’ talk to mah baby girl like that.       Where the fuck is mah hammer, ah’ll show ‘em a thing er two    ‘bout respect in mah garage. Ta cust’mer ain’ always right. ”