"So do six year old girls--I ain't scared." she laughed, stroking the little ball of fur a couple times before she boldly picked him up and let him curl against her chest. The revelation about her car earned a sigh of relief from Anne, and a knowing look slid in Eddie's direction.

...one that caught the work bench he'd come from when he first greeted her on arrival, with a page from her last spread taped to the wall: a salute to classic rock that featured her in a risque take on Angus Young's schoolboy uniform, with no shirt and the lapels of the jacket barely covering her breasts.

"I had a feeling that was the case." she drawled, giving Eddie a distasteful little sneer, then offering his boss a smile. Striding over with an armful of cat she was patiently allowing to bat at her hair and try to groom it by the pawful, she leaned up to kiss the mowhawked mechanic's cheek.

"Thank you for your honesty." she beamed. "I do apologize in advance, however, for the enormous workload you're going to be taking on after I recommend you to all my friends."

She glanced at Eddie pointedly. "You personally."