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Amusement caused thick dark eyebrows to raise as he got defensive, but the amusement faded into sympathy and a bit of guilt as she saw Ping’s face. How many times had someone told that to her? Wasn’t she a little young to be in a garage? Shouldn’t she be doing more ladylike things? She wondered who he was standing in for. Who he was defending. 

Before she could stop herself, Audrey reached out, putting her hand over his. “You’re right. Way better than too old.” She agreed earnestly, giving him a gentle smile before pulling back. “I mean, I guess I can’t say much, I started working in my Papi’s garage when I was ten.” She joked, shoving her hands in her pockets. 

When Audrey put her hand over his, Ping looked down at it in surprise.  He might only have met her a few minutes ago - but it had not been something he’d learned to expect from her.  It was as alien as if Captain Shang had called a halt to training and began to hand out huàméi and jin deui. But Ping supposed there were worse surprises - the captain was more likely to shoot fiery arrows at his recruits than to give them sweets, for example.

On an impulse he swung down from his horse, landing a little unsteadily and resting a hand on Khan’s back to regain his balance.  Shyly, Ping returned her grin.  "Really, you did?“ he blurted curiously, all too eager to be on friendly terms with her.  It was a while since Ping had met anybody who wasn’t constantly angry with or ashamed of him.  Then his smile faltered just a little.  "Wait, uh, what’s a garage?”