Nico can't help but laugh. "Oh, were they supposed to be subtle?" He can't help but smile. He's dealt with worse, after all.

He moves over to the hood, lifting it and propping it open. "There's been work done. I did not do it," he admits. "It's kind of my next plans in life. To learn to build my own. Which is part of what brought me to California. To learn more. But I wasn't egotistical enough to bring a stock car to the streets."

He's driving an expensive car, dressed in shoes worth more than some engines around them, and yet he isn't worried about being that egotistical. Even if he was.