It sounded like a pretty good deal. As far as indentured servitude went. And she was prepared to do whatever it took to get to stay in America.

"I can do that," she promised.

And then the car stalled.

Oh no. Noriko's brow creased, and she looked a lot more anxious than the situation really merited. It wasn't her car, or her ass on the line. Or was it? Her thoughts were starting to run maddeningly quick.

"That. Um...that might be me, actually." she volunteered guiltily, and when she lifted her hand to plead said guilt a small spark jumped between her fingers.