Randal rubbed his hand self consciously on his jeans, before taking the offered hand, thinking that she was probably pretty, though it was hard to tell completely with the night being so dark. She definitely wasn't a local, what with her accent and car. He almost kicked himself for not getting his flashlight out of the truck, or turning the truck to face her car. Letting go of her hand, he turned.

"Be right back. He opened the passenger side of his truck open, and pulled a heavy, rectangular flashlight out of the passenger glove compartment. Turning it on, he returned to the stranger, Natasha's, car. Could you hold this up for me ma'am." He held the flashlight out to her

He was not a car mechanic, much to his regret at this moment, but he managed to keep his old truck running without to much help. He started to check the engine over, by the light of the flashlight, pushing his hair back out of his eyes at times. It certainly seemed to be running hot. After a few minutes of poking around he called out to the stranger, without looking up from the engine.

"When did you last get the oil changed?" He pulled the metal rod up and noted the lack of black residue on it. He didn't have oil in his truck, but he did have a hauling hitch, and there was a garage in town, connected with the only gas station. He knew that Rosco would still be on duty, but Henry, the mechanic, was most likely home sleeping. If they got some oil, he could change the oil easily enough, if that was the main trouble, assuming that the lady simply couldn't do the job herself.

To his mind, it would be simplest to drive the lady into town to pick up some oil, and then drive her back out, but he was open to her wishes. He knew it probably hard for a big city girl to trust strangers much, even if everyone in town nice folk. 

At that moment, a police siren sounded in the distance, breaking virtual silence of the country night. Randal could not tell which direction it was coming from and wondered what was up. People wouldn't appreciate being woken up this time of night, but Deputy Reynolds was a stickler for regulations. She turned on her siren at the slightest provocation. He just hoped it wasn't another meth lab or something of the sort. The state police had busted two in nearby towns, in the past two months.