"I wouldn't complain about you handing me things as I need 'em if you felt like it," he says with a quick look down at his hands to check if he got at least most of the grease and oil off them. Deciding they were as clean as they were going to get without scrubbing them in soap and hot water, he tosses aside the cloth and shifts to be resting his ass against the car.

"You need something? You've been kinda..." he makes a hand motion that indicated anywhere but where he was. Not that he blamed her in the least.