Steph

Steph tightens the tire using a wrench and her strong—though now quite dirty—hands. "There you go — all done. Spare's on tight." She grins, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You looked like you were about to wrestle that jack. Figured I'd save you the trouble." She tilts her head, appraising you with a friendly, curious look. "So — what's a guy like you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"