"I might be able to manage." Following directions, at least. The rest sort of depends on what she considers a basic toolset - though he's optimistic, considering nothing in that garage had really looked all that unfamiliar to him, either.

"Sure," he agrees, shrugging as he hooks an arm over the back of his chair, turning to get a better look at her. Like too many of the others around here, she seems awfully young. But that's no reason to doubt her capability on sight. Fixing things is a skill most pick up simply by necessity, where he's from. The only reason Arcade's not much for it, himself, is that there was always someone else around to take care of it. And, well, he was busy honing different skill sets, for the most part. Not having grown up in the sort of middle of nowhere place he lives (or lived, up to now) these days had plenty of advantages, as well as drawbacks.

"Count me in. It beats waiting around for this show to get on the road, anyway."