Dorian just looked at the teenager in front of him. Paid? For what? He hadn't taught him anything yet. "First of all, I don't care how much you pay me. Second, I have two jobs. Money is not important to me, yes a little extra is always welcomed but not important. Third, I'm heading to the junkyard. Until you get the parts to replace the ones missing or broken, then you can't learn anything. Hint the pictures." He simply told him, he was signing the words as he spoke out of habit.

He just walked passed the rich boy once more to make his way to his car. He just turned and signed again as he spoke. "You can come along if you want but I would suggest poor people clothes. Instead of the ones you have on." He said rolling his eyes at the kid once more before continuing to his car. He took out a piece of paper from the dashboard before taking out his phone. He set the phone and paper on the hood of his car before writing down what he saw was missing from the pictures.