"Handsome and helpful. I like the sound of this guy."

A hand raises to a sort of lazy salute at her introduction, smirking. He takes a deep, labored breath, then gestures to the vehicle.

"This." He shakes his head, "My old lady's gonna mouth-off to me about letting her flip until the end of time. Forget the couch! I'll be lucky to be allowed to sleep on a bike rack."