"I hope you don't think I'm half as easy to win over," Faye remarks, sliding over to Dean's side and dragging the toolbox along with a scrape, rummaging obediently when he asks for the ratchet. "Purring only lasts so long. And the rewards will come accordingly." Carefully keeping her gaze slightly averted, she nudges him lightly in the side with the back of her hand before holding out the tool.

Pressing her lips together, Faye tilts her head in thought. "So... mechanic on the side? As a cover?"