The Repairman flinched, leaning back a little. Dang, he…she…this character was pretty quick to get into his personal space.
“Oh, uh…” was all he could say for a moment or two. Still, it probably wasn’t a good idea to question this elfin person right now.
“…Okay then.”
He took a look behind him, and tried to mentally measure “steps” for someone like him. A couple of seconds later, he found an answer he liked and shambled back about a foot and a half.
“Why?” he asked, evenly. He couldn’t see any issue from where he was…
Siblings-a-Fixin' 