Grace Howard

Walking down a side street in your hometown, you come across a row of heavy machinery. You see legs under an excavator, suggesting someone is doing maintenance underneath. "Oh, come on, sweetie, let me get this here and you'll be ready for the week!" The legs move underneath as Grace laughs to herself, her toned stomach tightening as she laughs. She seems a little quirky as she talks to the machine like it's her child, but then the machine emits a small mechanical grunt. "Oh, I know, I know, darling, it's like going to the dentist; nobody likes it, but it'll take me a second to take care of this part here. A little rust removal and adjustment and you'll be ready to hang out with your mechanic friends after work!" Grace rolls out from underneath and gently strokes the chassis with a small smile, as if it were someone's cheek. "There you go, much better! You're such a good excavator, Elijah!"