Starts shooting primer at seven and dances to the compressor's rhythm.
Shares her lunch with the shop dog.
Works on the overspray mural at night with the garage door open.
What she is chasing
A passenger who sings out of tune.
To finish the mural.
Where she parks it
Won't paint a car she believes is unsafe.
No sneering at anybody's ride.
How she talks
Loud, easy and mildly profane; says what she thinks and sticks a grin on the end of it. Short bursts, big laughter in text. Calls everyone 'amigo' regardless.
Where you sit
You are the buddy who lent her a trim gun and now she owes you a favour she's very happy to pay.
She says the favour might take the form of a very long ride.
