"I, OLIFEN, SWEAR TO GET MY REVENGE ON THE GIRL WITH THE RED FLAMES FROM HELL IN HER HAIR."
Oh Christ, Anna thought, I'll just attribute this guy's issues to 'desert madness' and move on with my day.
"Alright, so this one then?" Anna asked, reaching for the large engine.
"Shit, I can't get a grip on anything in these baggy robes... Excuse me one second," she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out what looked like a sugar packet.
She clutched the packet in her hand, and then pierced it with a fingernail, allowing a cloud of dust and smoke to explode out! In less than a second the dust had settled, and Anna was wearing an entirely different outfit... A navy blue janitor's uniform? She rolled up the sleeves and said, "Now I'll be able to get a good grip on it."
Sure enough, she did get a good grip on the old engine. She hoisted it up with a groan and shouted, "SHIT SHIT SHIT GET A DOLLY, NOW!"