"I guess you can call it a research division..." Sunny puffs a little more, watching him as he slides the glass back towards the bartender for another refill. He takes another puff and he finishes the joint, hitting the rest against the table. "... So you're sayin'... you know more ways around a wrench than just using it as a club, eh?" He shrugs, wondering how much this kid knew. "How well do you treat your ride then... ?"
He'd notice him trying to look more mature than his age and give an impression. Though, as lay-back as he felt, he still wondered how good of a word this kid is.