[He likes to think so, thank you for noticing. He shelves the topic, though, in favor of pursuing her rather reasonable stack of questions, since he's got a few of his own to follow up.]

Well, I'm out a mechanic if someone decides to wreck the place. [Or, y'know. If someone decided to kill her and leave her there for her next appointment to find. Potayto, potahto.] Lucky for me, I was in the neighborhood.

[And lucky for her, he's nosy. He hefts the brick in hand.]

The window is just physics. Judging by the draft in here it's been that way for a while. I was hoping you'd have a better idea of the whos and whys.

[He sets the brick down at the edge of her worktable, attention a little more sharp on her slump. Getting to the point—]

Not really the subtlest of approaches. You didn't hear it?