Torque's wide-armored hips shake to and fro in time to the rather loud and easily heard music that poured from her headphones and into her audial sensors. Her back faces the road as she keeps herself busy by wiping down the shop windows, the grounder humming in delight to the rave-ish tunes. Shark could have driven up here and probably not disturbed the mod femme. But as usual he walks up, shaking his head a bit and chuckling that you are making it way too easy to sneak up on. He takes a moment to watch the whole hip shaking, window wiping, humming stuff then taps you on the shoulder.