It takes Mako a moment to realize that she's directed the question at him instead of focusing on the guy with obviously self-built prosthetics. "Mostly just fix what's broken," he admits. "I'm a mechanic."

In-training, technically, but that was just the older geezers at the shop not wanting to acknowledge that a teenager was already as good as them.

"So, let me know if your car breaks down." A pause. "Or your backhoe," Mako jests. "Or definitely come to me if it's your motorbike. Those're my favorite."