The new addition kept keen attention on Chris, namely the moment the man dropped the clipboard loudly upon the Asian looking woman's desk. She jarred, a bit more pale than one would expect; it wasn't subtle she was plenty hungover even now, owing to whatever hobbies she had that involved that much alcohol. The pair seemed to exchange aggravation without much resolve, the mechanic stepping back and palming the table. Despite the differences in size and build, she had the boldness to not be so easily pushed over.

The quiet man, nodded slightly at first to the woman's reply, his expression having changed. It wasn't the blank slate it was before, unsurprisingly, and seemed a bit more skeptical if not outright defensive. He intervened when the woman proved to get just as hostile back with her words, drawing up a hand with his palm up.

"Hold up for a moment," He started, his head canted slightly as he assessed the pair - both of whom were perfectly willing to square off with one another still, especially after the keying the car remark, "Can we just settle?"

There was a sternness to his voice, the sort of gruffness of a man not quite into his thirties but verging there, but it wasn't condescending or worrisome. He looked over his shoulder to the few others present, one who seemed to be dressed a bit more well off - either the manager or owner - and a man in an oil stained jumpsuit. His attention turned forward, again addressing Chris and Piper; the latter more than the former first, given she seemed to have only made things worse.

The man waited for a brief pause before continuing on, adjusting the bill of the battered flag emblazoned hat a bit further down his brow.

"Now that we took a breath, I am looking for someone; the local deputy sent me, officer by the name of Pierce." The man, in his brown cargo pants, looked to the other man and continued, "You must be Chris, the guy they're looking for."

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