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Re: and now that I've seen the movie, I can try to patch some... thing together.

[newtoys]

"Hey" Holtzmann turned to face the young woman who had approached her, leaning against the counter with distinctly flirtatious bodly language "Sure I can, no problem at all. And I'm not really going...anywhere... so wherever you want to go is fine." she shrugged.

"Make it two," she told the waitress, turning back to Rose and motioning for her to take the seat. "So," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

[borrowyourcoat]

Funny question for someone so often just called The Girl In The Diner.

"Mostly trying to get out of town. Really not much of a city girl. I've been here for hours trying to talk someone into a ride," she says. "I even fixed this one lady's car for her- well, okay, not so much fixed as... kludged a fix to get her as far as she needed to go," she said. She still had some engine grease under her nails, visible thanks to very chipped nail polish. The grease brought the air of authenticity to what would otherwise be a Brooklyn hipster's uniform, right down to a 50's-style (possibly actual vintage) men's mechanic uniform shirt. Gary, said the name tag. "She bought me a slice of pie, but wouldn't even take me to the next rest stop."
That woman had smelled of ashes and rosemary, until the car was fixed. One death on the road averted. Rose had saved her life, and gotten what she was pretty sure was reheated frozen pie in return.

"By the way, skip the pie here. There's a place half an hour north that still makes theirs from scratch."

[newtoys]

"Well, Gary," Holtzmann leaned in, grinning slightly "I like a girl who knows how to get her hands dirty. Stick with me and we'll go places, kid."

Ok so those 'places' were just a little further along the highway, but Holtzmann was in a good mood, it would be nice to have a bit of company while she ate, and while she drove, plus there was no way the girl wouldn't have questions when she saw the car, and Holtzmann loved explaining the tech.

[borrowyourcoat]

"It's Rose," said the girl, just before a waitress set their plates down in front of them. They were real generous with the fries here, and Rose looked at her plate like she hadn't eaten in days. Which, aside from that slice of pie, she hadn't, technically.

There was near-immediate face-stuffing and an afterthought of "can you pass me the ketchup and stuff?" which she hoped didn't seem weird when the condiments were in easy reach. She found that immediately making use of her hands made these things go over easier. If she'd simply grabbed them herself, they would taste of nothing but ashes for her. It was one of those pesky being-dead catches. Anything she took had to be freely given by the living. She was a hitchhiking ghost and not a stowaway or car-hijacking ghost for a reason.

Oh, sweet Persephone, these fries were good.

[newtoys]

"Sure thing Rosie," Holtzmann didn't seem particularly bothered by passing over the condiments when the girl could probably have reached them easily herself, though the fact that she accompanied the move with a flirtatious wink might explain her easy-going attitude.

She dug into her own food with enthusiasm, making little noises of appreciation as she chewed. It was a few minutes before she spoke again, swallowing down her latest mouthful and glancing sideways at her companion.

"So, Rose, what do you do?"