Ooh. Ouch.. "Mm.. Honey, ya missed the door. By, like.. a lot- ya know what? C'mere.." She's standing up, placing the mug down on the desk and offering a hand to the mechanic.

Oh. She can't help it, a small laugh slips out as it catches up to her just what happened in front of her. "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't laugh.. Ya seem nervous enough already. Are ya gonna be alright, hun?"

"You don't gotta be nervous 'round me, darlin'. I don't bite that hard," she teases, smirking at Maev once more. "ya got a name, honey?"

Okay good. So he doesn't recognize her at all. Grand. She slouches down a little more, putting on a stoner voice just for fun. "Maaan, this shit's crazy. I thought the security guard here was supposed to be blonde or something. And wayyyy hotter. Bummer, dude."

Ohhh son of a bitch- The redhead is immediately trying to jam her flashlight between Mangle's jaws, clearly picking fight over flight in the moment before backing up a few steps. "Easy, girl.. Ya don't wanna get into this with me, do ya?"

Oh, hun, you look right precious..

"Because it helps pass the time n' because I can. And I might just believe ya, but you gotta tell me first, hun. Can't pass judgment on nothin'." Placing her coffee mug down on the desk, she ponders her flask for a moment before offering it over to Michael.

"Yeah, n' pretty much every night too. How weird, huh? 'Course, I could always just be seein' things."