'My Mechanic'. Huh. That implied that this kid, this selkie kid, had either had the bike built for him specially or had somebody that he trusted to work on it almost exclusively. Somewhere. Somewhere not in Rabanastre, at that. Either way, he was probably very protective of the thing, or attached to it, which was understandable under either of those circumstances.

"The Rockbells are anything but cheap hacks," he grinned, meaning the part about them not being cheap just as much as them not being hacks.

The Rockbell name was well known ... at least within in the right circles. They were known for quality and a specialisation in automail. That wasn't, however, all they dealt with. That would be financial suicide given where their store was located, so they had expanded their workload to cover a wider variety of machina.

"If you want hacks, you'll have to drag that thing-" he jabbed a long finger at the bike, not going as far as to touch the hot metal "-down into Lowtown."