All Twombly felt was a shudder, something brushing up against the back of his leg, and a shout. Gripping the pilfered dart, he swiveled around expecting to meet the ferret trying to land a haymaker, only instead to see Charlie knocked off his barstool and sitting dumb on his ass. He hadn't so much seen or heard the shove as much as felt the uncerimonious landing. There was also a small woman with a large instrument-case nearly as big as herself. After this assesment, he managed to pick out something about something throwing duds and managed to piece-together while fienting deep contemplation that she had something that needed to be fixed, that probably could've been fixed by anyone... [i]but this girl chose him.[/i] His reputation had spread quickly, it seemed.

[color=8dc73f]"I could [i]look[/i] at it here, if you'd like. But I doubt I'd be able to fix it until I swing back to my workshop."[/color] He then looked at the impatient little timber-wolf with a warm smile, and the ferret with a frown, and then to Sully with an enquiring expression (to which he got nothing but an amused shrug). He sighed, pulling a few dollar bills from his pocket and placing them on the counter along with the dart.

He then started walking for the door, [color=8dc73f]"Sully, make sure Charlie gets a cab-ride home in one piece. You can't let your best customer get himself into more trouble than he can mooch his way out of."[/color] He said, pausing expectantly. [color=8dc73f]"Speaking of wich; Miss, if we're both going to be in a hurry to meet up in the same place, I see no reason why I can't split a cab-fare with you."[/color]