[@Doc Doctor]

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Tina studies the old man for a bit using not the eye of a native Californian but of a girl raised in the foot hills of the Blue Ridge. He was obviously a man similar to her Grandfather Pop-pop or his less civilized friends.

[color=ff66ff]"I thank you kindly mister but think I'll pass on the rope; I'm not particularly interested in cultivating a crop of ass hair. You though can feel free to smoke like a coal train if ya wish long as ya steer clear of smoking in the shop, I've got fuel in there."[/color]
she says holstering her pistol and unlimbering the big browning 

[color=ff66ff]"Name's Tina Louise Lancaster an consider yerself ma guest so long as ya don't raise too much hell.

I figure I'll be cutting free of this place in a day once all tha panic prone have either put themselves afoot or fallen to their lack of plannin. 

Not sure where I'm heading but tha Beast has a 2 maybe 3,000 mile range before she'll need more fuel."[/color] says Tina leading the way to her shop door which begins cranking up at the tap of a button.

The interior of the plain metal building is a large open affair that once served as a diesel shop repairing four tractors at a time. 

The first thing to catch the eye is a stacked Silverado 4x4 which she refers to as [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/92/60/cf926071c452860269ed4a22e0f52160.jpg]The Blue Beast[/url]

On the other side of the shop is Tina's bio fuel plant and two Chemistry tables.