She blinked, looking back over at Nick. She was no longer surprised to see him, since Alisa got used to him always coming and going for days at a time. Managing a small smile, she leaned over the engine some, struggling to get that damn stripped bolt off.
"You didn' 'ave to get me lunch, Nick." She grunted, finally getting the bolt loose. "But you know me pretty good now, eh? Yeah... ah'm starved. Fixin' dis moron's engine is makin' me hungry... an' angry."
Placing her wrench back down on the work bench and setting the new removed bolt next to it, Alisa made her way over to Nick, her smile soon fading as she looked at his face.
" 'ey, Boss? You okay?" her voice was full of concern as she reached for her lunch bag, or the one she thought was hers.
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