Not a car person

The sound of combat boots clicking almost rhythmically against the pavement echoed out as a boy, not very old but not all that young either, was on the run. He wasn't being chased nor had he done anything wrong, merely just part of a workout regiment he'd designed for himself. The sound of punk music was blaring in his ears from his headphones as he ran. His attire today was a little out of the norm, no large jacket in sight, but instead one of his old band tanks that read 'The Sums' on it and had a sickly green pattern. It was one of the oldest one's he had and it happened to have a few holes in it, his mother had scolded him about that on more than one occasion but he assured her that just made it all the more authentic. He was also in some dark black cargo shorts that really brought his whole outfit together. If he found himself out late at night then the green from his top would function well enough to make him stand out if needed. From the corner of his eye he noticed flashing lights and stopped to see a police car with it's siren going off heading the opposite way. It was the third one he'd seen today and he wondered what might be the cause for all the commotion. It didn't seem particularly serious though and so he continued on his way.

Roughly fifteen minutes went by and he'd managed to effectively avoid bumping into anyone or being interrupted on his run. His timing had been quite good in crossing streets so he was continuously able to move and make progress. There wasn't a specific point in mind he had for stopping and turning around but he still felt like he could go at this for a while. His mind was focused on the music so it caught him as a bit of a surprise when a woman seemed to appear out of nowhere and attempt to flag him down. She spoke but because of the headphones he didn't hear a word she said. There was a black smudge on her face and he could clearly see smoke coming out of a car she was standing next to, so it was quite easy to put the pieces together. Removing the headphones and putting his music to a pause he tied them around his neck so they wouldn't dangle about or get caught on anything. Without even responding to the woman he stepped over to the front of the vehicle and waved away the smoke to get a better look. After looking for a few moments he nodded his head and turned his attention to the owner of the vehicle. "You really messed this up, didn't you miss?" His words were extremely blunt and might come across as a bit rude but he was still on the money.

Glancing over at the engine he placed a hand against his stomach. He had a small breakfast and a protein shake earlier but had already burned a decent amount of energy. Fixing the engine was in the realm of possibility but it would be a bit taxing. "I can fix it for you no problem, I'll just need a few minutes. And if you don't mind a bite to eat is all it'll cost you." It seemed like a pretty fair trade in his opinion. This was especially so when you considered how expensive the car was and how the woman in question seemed rather well off so paying for a meal shouldn't bother her much.

Nodding his head to show he was still listening to her the blue eyed teen continued to survey the vehicle, he wasn't used to such a fancy car, mostly things that were a bit dated or even considered junk. There was a certain appeal to the classics, at least that's what people who owned them swore by. The appeal of cars was one that was lost on the youth but that was neither here nor there. The woman, whose name he realized he hadn't yet asked for, claimed that her husband had been messing around and caused this trouble. He could understand the desire to tinker with things but if you didn't know what you were doing it could be dangerous. There wasn't any reason to not take what she was saying at face value and so he did, a bit of car trouble wasn't really anything to make a fuss about anyway. There were parts and pieces here and there that he didn't fully know the function of, but he would in time. The deal was struck, which was nice for him, although even if he wouldn't admit it Rad would have helped her out even if she said no. He couldn't just leave her here especially if things escalated and a fire broke out.

Waving the smoke out of the way his eyes seemed to shine for a moment as he activated his quirk, the grid system scanning the vehicle as a whole and revealing it's secrets to the boy. Several seconds went by and he straightened himself up, clearing his throat he turned his attention to the woman who had taken a comfortable seat as she awaited for him to make good on his end. Apologies, I'll get started now. I didn't get your name ma'am. I'm Radimir, pleasure to meet you." Reaching down into what was currently smoking under the hood he activated his quirk once again. His fingers began to mold and transform until they were a variety of tools that would aid him in his work. After doing a little digging he found what the issues were with the engine, one of the pistons had gotten lose and was acting out of turn when compared to the others and the chain that helped organize the functionality as whole had gotten caught and was grinding against itself. Certainly not something you saw every day but it was just a machine made by people after all, mistakes could happen.

Several minutes went by and as the youth toiled away the smoke became less and less until finally it was gone. Poking around in a few other places just to be safe it seemed that everything was back in order. Deactivating his quirk he gently closed the hood and pressed down on it so it could lock. Wiping the sweat from his brow he offered a thumbs up to the owner of the vehicle. "That should do it. Be sure to let your husband know to be more careful with this stuff, it can be pretty dangerous if you mess up." The question she'd posed earlier was about whatever his current cravings were. Nothing really came to mind so he'd be fine with whatever. "Truth be told, I'm not too familiar with everything around here. So whatever you recommend works just fine."