Kaido might have been a violent, dangerous menace that put her boss in the hospital and wrecked VP Garage so badly it was going to be shut down for repairs for several months, but as a gearhead, it was hard for Ikkaku to be fully mad at him when he so clearly cared about his motorcycle. The mechanic's face brightened when he talked about how good the engine now sounded thanks to her work. Her cheeks even turned a faint but pleased pink at the acknowledgment of her skill.
"Glad she's running so smooth. She's a beautiful bike and deserves all the love in the world," she stated with a grin, managing to dodge a flying ashtray. The floor was already covered in broken glass, the crunch under her feet worrisome and a reminder that this biker was even worse news than the average Hells Angel. It was absolutely for the best that the conversation was staying light and he appreciated her work - Ikkaku wanted to leave the bar with minimal injuries.
At least Kaido seemed to be focusing his annoyance on his men and the other gang they were beating up. More importantly, he shut down the worst of the fighting, though it wouldn't surprise her if things got rowdy again. Ikkaku's gut twisted a bit when a few of the men gave her a leer when Kaido referred to her as one of the "prettier patrons" but she doubted any would approach so long as she was on good terms with their boss. So best to stay that way.
Plus, the bar's owner was going to be busy for a while serving the gang that was looking to stick around for a while, and she didn't want to head out into the night alone just yet. Not when there was another gang outside licking their wounds. Best to wait until everyone had cleared out. Plus the owner would likely need some help cleaning up the mess anyway.
For now, Ikkaku decided this conversation was a good way to keep things friendly with Kaido. "My Gramps always said I've got a gift, but one I worked hard to perfect. He taught me everything he knows about engines, and he got me all the tools, manuals, and old cars he could get his hands on so I could keep getting better. He even convinced some old associates of his to let me work on their cars. Not that they regretted it - Uncle Newgate even offered me a job as his personal mechanic, but I wanted to get a job on my own merits and not just because he's an old friend of Gramps."
Realizing she was rambling, she switched gears and pulled out a business card. On it was a cell phone number she used only for clients, along with Buranku Ikkaku - Mechanic printed neatly across the yellow cardstock. "Hopefully your girl won't need a tune-up for a while, but if you do, here's my business number. Though, uh, we'll have to work on it somewhere other than VP Garage."