Somewhat Annoyed Dee-Lorean
What looks like a little six-year-old girl slinks into the Nexus, frowning in a slightly sulky way. She makes her way to the most comfortable-looking armchair, tests the cushion, then plonks herself down in it, arms folded. She regards the Nexus critically for a moment. "I'm actually a car -- I can just turn into this," she announces. "And I need repairs, but Dad's being weird about actually making them. He put new tires on fine, but when he starts getting down into the wiring and stuff. . . ." She sighs. "How do I stop him being weird about fixing me? I've told him a bunch of times it don't hurt!"