He stared at the instrument almost disgusted by it, the fact he had to touch it far worse. He was a Winchester! A Winchester didn't do manual labor, the thought was absorb. Changing tires? Fixing jeeps? Well he never! And though he won't admitted; couldn't.
"Major hurry up if you don't mind!" Margaret yelled from the front of the jeep, her broken hand from the crash wrapped in a bandage. He looks at her sheepishly knowing it no longer could be hidden.
"This is a welding tool right?" He holds up a screwdriver.
"Oh god!" By her response he figured out the answer.