fandomtownies | Imperial Junke Yard, Saturday

Truth be told, Jaina wasn't really sure how things worked at the junk yard now that there was someone manning it. She'd spent a lot of time here in the last few years picking up random parts, and she didn't think it'd be any different if she just wandered by to find pieces to use on the bike.

And if it was, well, she was here anyway, and she'd expect that someone would tell her if she was doing anything wrong by looking around to get a feel for the place and where to find what she needed.

Marcus appeared from somewhere behind the shed, wiping grease off his with a rag. "Help you with something?"

She looked vaguely familiar, but even with everything he'd seen on the island he didn't pick her as the small child who'd been intent on disassembling the boats.

"Trying to refamiliarize myself," she said, even before turning to face him. "I hadn't been here for a while even before the place was underwater."

Marcus eyed her. Only one girl had shown up that day. "You were about this high," he held his hand out at about tiny Jaina's height, "wanted to take the boats apart?"

"Was I really that little?" she asked, looking at his hand. And the answer was yes, yes she was. "Yeah, that was me. I'm not usually eight. Thanks for the boat parts, by the way."

"Not a problem," he said easily. "I'm out of boats, if that's what you're after."

"Thanks," she said with a little lopsided grin. "I'm looking for a part for a swoop bike, or since I doubt I'll find exactly what I need, some parts to cobble together to make one."

And now Marcus was staring at her a little bit, mingled curiosity and interest. He knew cars. He knew bikes. He'd never heard of one of those. "Swoop bike?"

"Think hover motorcycle," she explained. "And that reaction is exactly why you probably don't have the part."

Hover. Motorcycle. For the first time since he'd woken up in this place, Marcus was actually kind of glad. "Don't know. There's a lot of stuff here, I've got no idea what it is, some of it looks like something from outer space." Probably because that's where it came from, not that he'd know that. "Feel free to look around."

"Been a while since I've done that," she admitted. Part of her was actually looking forward to it. "You're... Marcus, right?"

"Yeah." He wasn't much for the social niceties. "I seem to be in charge." He lifted an eyebrow at her, inviting her name in exchange if she felt like giving it.

"Jaina," she said. "Seem to be?"

The corner of his mouth quirked ever so slightly. It still amused him that the only legitimate job he'd ever had was one he basically stole. "Lets just say I fell into the job."

"I've had that happen," Jaina admitted. Though hers had all happened legitimately, just filling needed roles. "So what do you do all day in a junk yard?"

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug, not exactly Mr. Forthcoming. "Keep busy."

"Nicely vague, excellent job," Jaina said with a smirk. She didn't mind the vague. There were times (Ronon) when they went vague where you could still wheedle stuff out, but most of the time she knew to drop it.

It actually made Marcus smile wryly. "I do my best," he said. "But I can make time to help you look for parts."

[Sorry for the delay, had a phone call!]

"I appreciate it," she said. "I know roundabouts what I'm looking for, just not where. I used to know this place like the back of my hand."

"Moved some stuff around," he said, waving a hand at the ~~entirely moddable~~ piles of junk. "But everything's still here. What do they look like?"

"They're metal and little. Got anything like that around here?" Seriously, there was no better way to explain it without diagrams. Which, granted, might be an interesting experience.

And he was smiling again, amused. This was practically some sort of record. "Unless you've got a picture, sounds like you're on your own."

"I could probably also explain it as 'it's small and has a thing that looks like this', but I don't think that'd get us anywhere either," she pointed out.

He was in complete agreement. "Tell you what. You find what you need on your own, I'll give you a good deal on it." He paused, considering her, then added, "You need a place to work on a swoop bike, you can do it here. Might even be able to help." Another brief pause, corner of his mouth quirking up. "Let me take it for a spin if you get it working, I won't charge you for whatever parts you need."

"It's mostly routine maintenance, and I usually use the garage, but if you're willing to help, I'm not gonna turn that down," Jaina told him. "We'll see about the ride." She'd, um, been on radio the day he got into Fandom.

"You need a hand, let me know." He was impressed she hadn't just said yes; it meant she actually cared about her bike "I'll run a tab until you're done. You can pay it in cash or with a ride, your choice."

She saw nothing wrong with that. "Deal," Jaina agreed. "All right, I'm going to see if I can't find my stuff then."

Marcus nodded, satisfied with the deal, and turned away, heading back behind the shed to work on his current project.

His mind might just have been stuck firmly on the idea of a swoop bike.

Imperial Junke Yard, Saturday

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