[ He should've guessed. With his brother's call comes newcomers. It does take him a second to vaguely place the face he knows he's never seen before. ] No fires here. [ And that gets him a smile. They must not be close, because other than that a name doesn't actually come to the surface. He's used to knowing everyone. Not just their choice of -- volunteer occupation? ] Though, if you owed anyone a putting out, I think they should change your description to arson-encourager. [ The snark is strong in this one. ] I'm Damon. Salvatore. I own the garage with my brother. When you find where you live, if there's a car there, I'll be happy to take a look. Check out your bells, your whistles. See if everything's up to snuff.

[ It's a tiny hint of subversion. Sure, Kal was in an accident, but were he to be in that accident, why would his car be intact at home. Only Kal would know. Damon kept track of the inconsistencies. Including never seeing this guy before in his life, save for a sudden onslaught of, from across the room memories, mostly. ]