Catnip emerged from the shade of the barns interior, "It needs more than "some." The engine is in terrible shape, the muffler needs replacing, the springy things are obviously no good, and I can smell the fuel lines from here. Kathrine, can you get my toolbox?" Catnip put on a pair of dark sunglasses and a wide straw hat. Even so adorned, the sun was punishing to her nocturnal sensibilities. Still, she could smell potential in mechanical things. Some kind of sporty sports car with strange wing doors. She liked the profile of the thing, if she could ever get the damage out of the body work. Kathrine brought her tools, and after shooing aside the clearly proud man in the strange mask, she opened the hood and took a look. At a glance, she could tell the engine within was nearly scrap and said so. She couldn't see beyond the mask, but the image on it changed to show 'o_0'. "I have parts, I guess. It's a... side to side 8 gas punchers." The mask changed again, '?' "You mean a V8?" He asked, "V because of the configuration of the pistons, and 8 because it has 8 of them. I thought you were a master?" If catnip could blush, she would have. She didn't know how to explain how she had learned what she knew. Instead, she waved the comment aside. "The fuel thingy is broken, so is this belt." She took out a few tools and pried off the head gasket, "Two of it's... pistons? Pistons. Two of those aren't firing and this one..." A few minutes later, she'd detached the alternator and was turning a gear inside the engine by hand, and commenting that it was stripped, "This one is bent, see?" Dee did see, still impressed at the speed with which she worked her tools. "And the alternator," she examined it as best she could through the space between it and the engine, "I think it's an alternator anyway, that needs to be replaced." The mask changed again to ':S' as Dee said "Sounds like a lot of work, your making me a bit nervous here." Catnip ignored him, she was in a rythem now, when the examination was done she would start work immediately. "Looks like this electric thingy here is burnt out too, and these cables are stripped. The battery is cracked too, and these lines are leaking." She closed the hood and with impressive fluidity, slid beneath the car, a feat which would have been difficult for anyone else considering it's low wheel base. Dee barely had time to wonder at how she managed it when she came back out. "I don't know how you got it back here on a cracked wheel pole-" "axle?" "but you did, that's gonna be a major hassle. As I said, the springies are gonna need to be replaced, and it's leaking oil like the bucket Floyd uses for target practice." Dee stepped aside as she pushed past him and kicked at the tires. "Air is fine in the wheels, and it doesn't look like any of these bolt things are missing." She ran her hand over the battered body work, "It looks very nice, but..." There was a long pause, the silence of which was broken when Dee asked the ultimate question, the question that no more than two or three years ago would fill a car owner with dread wondering what it was going to cost them, "Can we fix it?"
Catnip looked at him, and then back at the car. "I think so."