Minato looked the girl up and down, then looked her in the eyes. “Ah? Ah? What's that, a head on a pike?” Was this girl a coward or was she trying to get rid of him? Minato looked over the bodyshop, letting his eyes fall onto the orange car. The rims especially caught his eye. “Their leader, Angel, is she capable of doing such things? Putting heads on display?” Minato didn't really understand she wanted him gone and took her answer as an invitation to ask more. He looked the car over more, the logo on the front catching his eye the most. Interesting to have a car these days. Wonder if they had gas. He looked back at the girl and smiled.

Minato's eyes dwindled down to the ''suggestive'' grease stain and looked to the boys on his side. They were laughing silently, presumably about the grease stain as there was fuck all funny around besides that. Now, Minato could play the hero guy you'd read about in stories and say something about it but he just smiled and waved. He wasn't even sure if they were laughing about the grease stain anyway. “Either way, you should get that cleaned. Just water it down with water from the tap or something.” He looked at the car again and let his eyes dwindle down to the hatch where you could fill it with gas. When was the last time they had it running? Could've been a while, unless the girl was rich and spent a fortune on gas. She didn't look rich however. 

“And which of the Wolves should I look out for? Any really dangerous ones with them? Ex-convicts? Murderers, rapists, gunslingers, desperadoes?” Minato was probably bothering her a lot with these questions, but what were the odds of her even remembering his face? He wasn't a noteworthy person and would probably blend in well within the masses of faces in the Lost Ones. “Oh, please forgive me, I haven't even asked your name yet. Unless you're one of those mysterious cliché people that wears a hoodie over his eyes all the time and stays in the shadows.” He grinned and looked around again, seemingly having trouble concentrating on having a conversation and looking at the one he's talking to. 

His mind wandered to his other question again, as he wasn't quite satisfied with her answer. “Ah.. yeah. I get that I make my own money. I'm not here to leech off of the few friends I do have. I meant.. how can I make some money for the Lost Ones? Part of running with the crew is pulling your weight. I wanna pull my weight. How can I do that? How can I help? Do you need me to do anything? Maybe.. maybe I can help you with that.” He pointed at her car. He figured if you're gonna aim for something you might as well aim for the bulls eye. He didn't know much about cars but maybe he could gather some stuff for her, or whatever. He wasn't even interested in cars at all. Then again that might even refrain him from trying to steal it away from her. Maybe she'd see that. Or maybe she'd just see him as a money hungry Asian boy that wanted to make a quick buck and possibly mess up her lovely four-wheeled machine of death. Matter of fact, Minato half expected her to see that. He just had to wait what she'd say.