Albrecht sipped slowly from his glass as he listened. The back of his mind was racing curiously, wondering if she recognized him, since he'd certainly seen her around town here before he left years and years back. She explained the car situation, to which he nodded. His car had a habit of giving out just when he needed it the most. Perhaps it was some sort of being cursing him for his abandonment of the pack, but it never really fazed him, unless he was running late for a meeting or for a court session. Then it became a real pain in his ass.
His offer seemed to cause some sort of conflicted emotion, for she bit her lip in response, as if holding back words. As he set down his empty glass, Al raised an eyebrow curiously at her, as if to ask what she was concerned about without really saying such words.
"I...ah...I suppose that would be alright...my shift will be done in half an hour," she replied. In return, Albrecht smiled and followed her gaze to the clock to also check the time.
"Sounds good," he said, adding a quick smile. An awkward moment of silence ensued and Albrecht resorted to tracing the rim of his beer glass slowly, tongue to cheek. As Sara spoke up, he jumped slightly.
"So, are you new around here? Most of the people that come here are pretty regular, and I can't say I've seen you here before." Her words caused him to blush slightly, and Albrecht rubbed the back of his neck a bit sheepishly, giving a soft laugh in the mean time. He had known returning to town would earn him such questions, but he still was not very prepared at all to answer her inquiries.
"Well, uh, define new," Al said, giving another abrupt laugh. "I mean, I lived here before and everything, but I left years back to go to college..." Before he knew it, against his better judgement, Albrecht began an abridged spiel on his time outside of Bellingstone. He wouldn't have normally been so open with a woman he didn't exactly know, but he was lonely, tired, and needed to kill time. In fact, by the time he was done speaking, he shift was also done.
The two walked out to the curbside and Al opened up the top of the car to curiously peer in. Smoke puffed back up at him and Albrecht coughed in the midst of it, waving a hand back and forth before his visage to clear the air. "Well, shit, you've got yourself quite a problem here," he stated, even though he wasn't exactly sure what said problem was in the first place. "I'm not even sure what to do...I don't want to break your car or anything." He stepped back and looked to Sara with a quick smile.
"If you need a ride back home or something, I could always give you one. Not to sound creepy or anything, y'know, just being neighborly. I'd be willing to offer any other help you need, really."