Sibby looked at the car. This time Charlie had done a halfway decent job of it.
"How did I do?" he asked.
"Not too bad. You don't have to buy it, at least."
"What do you mean?"
"You break it, you buy it, you know?"
"Oh, er, I guess so, sure," he said, looking thoughtful for a moment.
"So, you're all set," she said, still not sure what he wanted.
"Too bad you're not broken," he said with a nervous laugh.
"What?"
"Oh, god, sorry, that came out wrong." He covered his face with both hands.
"I'm not for sale."