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He moves to the bike and crouches down next to it, keeping his hands away, but eyeing it closely, giving Tink a fair amount of personal space.
"Don't worry, I'd never touch someone else's bike without their ok, and this has some nice work." he muses as he conducts his examination.
"Looks like some scavenged parts, some wear on the valves, a few scratches... working with either a non-standard wrench set, or improvised tools, I'm guessing?" he adds, at first sounding critical.
"Half the parts look like something you'd pick out of the waste bins of an auto or bike shop, and the tooling is leaving some marks. Which... I've got to say, means this is an amazing damn piece of work. I could barely do as well with a fully stocked shop and custom tools... the former of which I'm working on, the latter of which I own." Among his most prized of his very few possessions. Ever since they'd decided to try sticking together for a bit and had moved into the Red Room he'd been doing odd work to start putting the shop together too.
"Make you an offer, Tink. Show me how you did some of this, and give me a hand with some work, and I'll let you refit your brother's bike with new or restored parts and proper tools, chrome, new paint and the works."
She's good, very good. She has to be to get that kind of offer - no one touches his tool set, normally.