+theresanarrowforthat has entered the hangar
August in Manhattan was getting to be unbearable. Particularly since the heat was making it nearly impossible to work in her hangar. Carol had long since ditched her coveralls, deciding that her shorts could survive a little oil and grease. From her perch on the wing of the Warhawk, she could see two of her interns slumped by a heavy duty fan, looking like they wished they'd just melt already. "We're done for the day. Head home and stick your head in the freezer for a while," she called down, taking pity on them. She dropped to the ground, putting her tools away and wiping the oil off her hands. Halfway through her routine, she heard the back door creak open. Carol turned the faucet off and took a few steps back so she could see the back hall. "Hello? Can I help you?"