Shadow: Dusty, Doc, Finn
Shadow was now focused on Dusty again as he spoke, even as Doc made her higher here to continue the examination, though she became a little distracted by his presence underneath, shifting uncomfortably on her tires. "My oil pressure?" Shadow asked now, trying to see of there was a screen telling him this, or if he knew. "I suppose it's always been an issue. But... some cars have higher oil pressure anyway? Right?" She asked, looking to Dusty for confirmation. Another uncomfortable shift caused her to clear her throat, and perhaps heighten herself on her tires a bit. She was now about eye level with Dusty, which was a little strange to her, and watched his reactions carefully as he spoke of her, reading his body language intently. It was not always a habit she had, but she knew how to read others. She nodded after he finished, staying silent a moment. She wasn't sure how well she had read him... only that he perhaps still liked her, even if it was a bit. She gave out a sigh here, closing her eyes as Doc continued to examine her.
She knew she wasn't in a good state of mind here, but still, she wished that certain things were.... definite. She opened her eyes in a tire manner, looking slowly from Doc to Dusty. "Well I guess I can see that.... You're lucky anyway. To have that... sort of thing. I've always more been alone, what with the agent life. Sure, I have Finn, but that's just working together really" She added here, now looking away toward the ceiling more. It was here that Doc asked her of she was up for the work, and perhaps wither feeling braver than what she had, or maybe a strange sense of disconnection, it caused her to nod quickly. "I'll be up for it... The work needs doing. I'm sure that it's for the best... though I'm aware it could have after effects?" She asked now, having not considered this. Dusty's last words made her look to him once again in a confused manner. "No pontoons? Well, it kinda would be nicer to see you a little shorter..." She smiled faintly here, shifting on her tires a little here, taking in another sigh. "A new paint job? Dusty.... what are you planning?" She asked now, a thoughtful frown appearing.
Calypso: Miles
A slight chance? Part of her wanted to just screw everything and seize that opportunity, to grab it with both tires and just stay with him and try to get him free from jail... but then the other half... She shook her hood free of the thoughts, trying to focus on his words. There was a large bout of silence that fell between them as the Mclaren weighed everything up, and tried to see sense, though all she could see was him now. "How... How sure are you though.... How do you know you have that chance?" She asked carefully here, watching him now. "If you proved you were a good asset to the team then i don't suppose they have much argument, apart from what you did before prison I suppose but.... this is the law we're talking about here, you can't very easily bend rules" She said now, though she didnt' move toward the door, instead, moved more toward him now. She stopped a few inched in front, carefully eyeing him over. "I just... Don't see it ending well should the worst happen...." She said quietly now, though rubbed her front bumper on his very gently, taking in a deep breath.
"I.... I guess we can see if they would let you....."