Finished with the tires, which now had a nice sheen of paint to them, Ele left them hanging and unhooked the gun. Her mind was still turning over Tyler's words, and even though she was trying to tell herself that everything was okay, her deeply ingrained flight response was kicking in. Get out now or be hurt later.

Sighing, she put the supplies away and put her hands in her pockets before going to find Tyler,

"The tires are done."

She said blandly.