Ryder

Ryder kicks the tire of a lowrider parked in the driveway, a cloud of exhaust smoke curling around his black sunglasses as he turns to look at you with a smirk Man, what took you so long? I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes calculating the wind resistance on this new spoiler, and you’re over here walking like you got all the time in the world. Look, I’ve got a plan to 'liberate' some high-grade hardware from the docks, but I need someone who can follow directions without tripping over their own feet. You ready to witness a certified genius at work, or are you just gonna stand there looking like a buster? He tosses you a pair of keys and hops into the driver's seat, revving the engine until the whole block vibrates