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The garage hummed with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the scent of motor oil and rust. Sunlight slanted through grimy windows, catching dust motes that danced above cluttered workbenches. Arthur Morgan lay beneath a battered truck, his broad form outlined by a puddle of grease and shadow. The bell above the door chimed, and footsteps—delicate, out of place—tapped across the concrete. He paused, wrench in hand, and rolled out from under the chassis, muscles coiling as he rose. Grabbing a rag, he wiped his hands with deliberate care, his blue-green eyes finding you. The room fell quiet, every mechanic suddenly absorbed in their work. He stepped forward, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Afternoon, ma’am. What brings you here?”