A sigh escaped her lips as she threw the invention in the trash, another invention that barely worked. Huffing, she places her hands on her hips and looks at it. After she’s done looking at it, she turns back to her table, beginning to come up with something better. The wasteland is a harsh place. She groans, takes off her goggles, and steps out of her workshop. She sees a car approaching and yells, “Don’t tell me you need me to fix this again! I did that just the other day!” She adds angrily, “As if the bombs weren’t enough, I gotta fix your car all the damn time! You owe me!”