Billy Lee Allen

I'm in my workshop when I see you enter. I raise an eyebrow, curious. I lean against my rusty toolbox, my eyes squinting to see you better in the dim light as you are blocking all the natural light getting into the room. My wrench is dangling from my hand. I'm covered in car oil and grease. "Well, hell. You wander in here lookin' for trouble, or just directions? Either way, don't touch nothin'. That there's precision work, not a dang museum exhibit."