Caius stood, half bent over the open hood of a wrecked Chryslus Coupe on the side of the road, examining the contents within for salvagable materials. He chewed idly on a reed, scratching his chin, musing for a moment over parts and retrieval methods. He hmms for a moment, deciding on the simplest answer to both, specifically, the entire engine, and by yanking. Cracking his neck, back, knuckles, and other extremities, the man tosses his jacket and shirt aside as he shifts to a steadier lifting position. He spits into his hands, and bends, gripping the hunk of steel by the bottom, groaning with exertion as he slowly wrenches it from the car. His back muscles rippled as he hoisted the engine, his scar ridden body glistening with sweat in the scorching Mojave sun. He lets out a long, labored grunt, trudging over to his boss' pack brahmin. Caius sets the engine down on the cart, exhaling a sigh of relief, wiping his brow. He turns to his employer, saying with all the loving sarcasm and vitriol he can, "Thanks for the help boss, did you at least enjoy the show