"The couch is over there, if you want to sit on it."

Falcon gestured in the direction of the Incredibly Comfortable Couch. He, however, picked up the sheet metal he was cutting and made his way to the car.

"She needs a tune-up every so often."

With a shrug, he sat on a rolling pallet, leaning back and disappearing under the vehicle.

"Breathe, Pit. You look like you're about to explode."