Considering the engine hadn't sounded yet, she wondered what had happened. "Is everything all right?"

"I'm ganna have to spark it to start." He explained.

"Which...means what?" She knew so little about cars. She didn't even know that Mustangs were a classic car

"I'd need to expose the wire to use them to start a spark. C-could I use your knife?"

"Oh. Right. Yeah." She pulled a knife out of her front pocket. It was a metal pocketknife with YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK on its handle

He noticed, he'd only ever heart of that place. He'd never been though, or seen images. So the lables words where the only thing that made him remember of what he'd been told and read off, he didn't read books with pictures. He stood and came over.

She handed the knife to him

He held it very gently, and carefully. He wasn't one to treat someone elses things often like as if it was his own, he struggled taking good care of his own things already. He went back over to work with the wires.

She kept keeping watch for cars

After a minute he got it started and dropped away from the linked wiring he had set up, electricity sparking around it a bit as it traveled through.