Shark walks up to the Finishing Touch Parlor, scanning for anything suspicious all the while. He knocks on the door. "Torque? You about?" "Yeah, c'mon in!" The femme's voice is heard from inside her garage, the door unlocked so he could enter on his own. Torque was currently sitting at a workbench, a tool in hand as she works on some odd part for another customer that would pick it up later. Torque puts down her tool, a smile brightening her features when she swivels around the stool to face him, "Pretty good, actually. Teeth aren't all that hard. How many yah need? Whole set, or just a few?"