That is an almost concerning vague request. He eyes Vivi suspiciously, wrench in hand. "Please tell me it's not for anything I'm gonna have to fix later..." Granted, he does trust her. She's one of his best friends, and knows just how much this van means to him. And it's not like she incompetent either. But still... Vivi's had wilder ideas.

“Ehhhh, uhhh…”  She starts off with a high shrill in her voice. A little crunch of her eyebrows furrowing together starts to form upon her worrisome features. “We miiight be a little way past that now, Artie.”

Vivi’s already pulling the wrench out from her companion’s grasp.  She clasps the poor wrench into both hands tightly, holding it closely to her sweatered chest. Her shoulders hunch up a little, as if she were anticipating for a not such a great reaction.

That did NOT look like a good sign already.  

Not at all, especially for a chaotic being like her.

And she normally didn’t a break a sweat when things got terribly bad in most cases.