I’ve had a lot of mechanics. Seriously: I once had an ’83 Mercedes Benz with almost 200,000 miles on it, and “Rudy” — as I fondly named her — required more care than a newborn puppy. But none of my mechanics were as awesome as Kaylee. Or as cute.
(Just to be clear: I don’t mean to demean Kaylee by calling her a “wench.” I just liked the alliterative rhyme.)