“Oh, whose car is that?!” Poe says, peering over Harley’s shoulder and he tenses a little. “It was mine. I’m fixing it at the moment, it doesn’t look like that at all anymore because someone blew it up,” he mumbles, still torn up about the ‘Stang. “Who the hell would do that to such a beauty? I hope you beat the fucker,” she says, prying the phone out of his hands and staring at the car lovingly. Ash stares at her for a second and then shrugs. “Your brother cut his head off.”
