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Wrench frowned slightly. "I actually don't see the point of telling anybody as I don't see why this is something you would want to keep a secret?" She replied, still slightly confused.

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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Dinah's comment and reaction just made Wrench confused. "Well, then why don't you want to talk about it? It's better to get traumatising experiences out of your system than letting it build up inside of you." She said, before carefully handing Dinah a tissue for her tears.

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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One of Wrench's eyebrows quirked back up, looking up into the dining cars face instead of her hand. "Everything will come out eventually. Even somebody's deepest, darkest secrets. Also, what could be so embarrassing about a cut? Nothing I can think of, at least." She returned, an intense look in her eyes; Wrench was set on getting the truth out of this woman.

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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Wrench sighed, perhaps a bit annoyed. "You're way to hysterical and nervous for me to believe that. Your leg is still twitching, and I found out moments ago that it's an indicator that you're lying." She still sounded fairly calm, albeit a bit annoyed. "I'll eventually find out one way or another how you actually got that cut. People talk a lot, and you know that."

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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Wrench nodded slightly, before starting to carefully clean the wound. "You do know that I'm well aware of the fact that you've lied to me earlier too, right? You really are a bad liar, Dinah." Wrench mentioned as she placed the bloodied cloth aside.

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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Wrench's eyebrows slightly quirked up at that sudden comment before her eyes jerked down to Dinah's twitching leg. "You do know, that I know that you're a very professional chef and thus would never leave an oven operating whilst being out of the house, other than in an upmost urgency, which this certainly is not as you're neither dying nor in great pain. Which then means that you do not have a cake backing and are lying to me." Wrench recited, sounding just the slightest angry—she really hated lying—, as she was putting on sterile gloves in exchange of her usual silver ones. "And before you ask again; if you don't make a fuss out of it, the stitching won't take long."

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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Wrench took her time to get back. But eventually, she returned with a sterile tray of utensils. "So, unfortunately we gotta place some stitches as the wound really is profusely deep." She explained as she placed the trey onto the table before pulling a chair in to too sit down.

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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Wrench guided the dining car to her office before pointing her to one of the seats in her treatment room so Dinah could sit down. "You can sit there, please." She said; "I'll be back in a moment to fetch my utensils."

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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Wrench's eyebrows quirked up. "That would be me." She replied, a small smile on her lips. "I usually don't let strangers into my shed, but I wouldn't want you to stay outside during the upcoming storm." Wrench continued speaking, glancing up at him.

The diesel had been forced to wait out the weather at the nearest railyard. As he begun to arrive, he came within range of the radio tower, and so he called in over the radio to identify himself. He told them what company he belonged to. Union Pacific. His road number, 8411. And his name. Greaseball.

Hopefully, there would be a place for him to stay. He really didn't want to sleep outside. If there weren't any empty sheds, then he hoped someone would let him bunk in with them...It would still be around 20 minutes before he arrived. He wanted to be safe and not get hurt.

Wrench had picked up on the radio call. She usually doesn't let any stranger into her personal shed, but her repair truck instinct said something different because of the upcoming storm. So, via radio, she let the stranger know that he was welcome in her shed, plus the direct way to it.

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The repair truck nodded slightly again, yet noticed Dinahs nervous demeanour, looking just the slightest worried. "Well, it indeed is a deep cut, so I suggest coming with me back to my office so that I can treat you properly." Wrench replied.

"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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"I mean it can't be that bad can, it?" The dining car looked down at the cut on her hand, turning it slightly. "I mean I didn't think that it was big of a cut.." She watched as the blood began to stain the edge of her skirt.

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Wrench nodded slightly, sighing softly as she eyes the cut. "Well, where did you get it?" She then asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

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Whilst waiting for this stranger, Wrench had decided to wait outside, leaning against the doorframe of her shed. Occasionally, she glanced up at the sky, a bit worried about the weather. But mostly she was looking out for the stranger; maybe she could spot him, or he could spot her.

The diesel had been forced to wait out the weather at the nearest railyard. As he begun to arrive, he came within range of the radio tower, and so he called in over the radio to identify himself. He told them what company he belonged to. Union Pacific. His road number, 8411. And his name. Greaseball.

Hopefully, there would be a place for him to stay. He really didn't want to sleep outside. If there weren't any empty sheds, then he hoped someone would let him bunk in with them...It would still be around 20 minutes before he arrived. He wanted to be safe and not get hurt.

Wrench had picked up on the radio call. She usually doesn't let any stranger into her personal shed, but her repair truck instinct said something different because of the upcoming storm. So, via radio, she let the stranger know that he was welcome in her shed, plus the direct way to it.

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The diesel had been forced to wait out the weather at the nearest railyard. As he begun to arrive, he came within range of the radio tower, and so he called in over the radio to identify himself. He told them what company he belonged to. Union Pacific. His road number, 8411. And his name. Greaseball.

Hopefully, there would be a place for him to stay. He really didn't want to sleep outside. If there weren't any empty sheds, then he hoped someone would let him bunk in with them...It would still be around 20 minutes before he arrived. He wanted to be safe and not get hurt.

Wrench had picked up on the radio call. She usually doesn't let any stranger into her personal shed, but her repair truck instinct said something different because of the upcoming storm. So, via radio, she let the stranger know that he was welcome in her shed, plus the direct way to it.

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Wrench frowned a bit. "Well then ask me those questions, I suppose?" She said, smiling still slightly.

”Hey Wrench…can I talk to ya for a minute?” The dining car asked while fiddling with something in her hand. “Ya know, alone~”

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Wrench nodded, smiling slightly. "Of Course you can." She replied, glancing down at the dining cars fiddling hands.

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”Hey Wrench…can I talk to ya for a minute?” The dining car asked while fiddling with something in her hand. “Ya know, alone~”

(Starter from @sweet-dining-carriage)

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Wrench nodded, smiling slightly. "Of Course you can." She replied, glancing down at the dining cars fiddling hands.