He made no effort to hide his admiration for her naked body, and as she got dressed he even stood to embrace her one last time, hugging her from behind while she was topless and running his hands up along her belly and chest and back down again. He kissed her ear and whispered once more, "I love you," before he stepped away to retrieve his own clothes. He suited up in his armor and gear, though before he put his belt on he checked through a series of drawers to replenish what supplies he needed. He topped everything off and strapped the thick belt on under his coat, securing his padded armor jerkin in place. He turned to her and took her hands as they finished getting dressed. "To Azmarin," he agreed. "Meet me by the Growlers. There's a key between the handlebars--turn it and listen for the engine to turn over. Once it's on and working a green light next to the key will flash twice. Let go of the key, then wait for me. I won't be long." He kissed her, full and hard, then broke to head into the bunker to gather the cold-weather supplies they would need.<br/><br/>He paused next to the now-open blast doors, where Letto was slowly wiring the panel back together so he could control the lights. "Good job, Let. When you're done here, would you mind heading out to your communities, checking in with them? We need to get the Runners centralized somewhere safe, as soon as we can. I'm gonna ask Nat to stay behind until you can get back--I'd ask you, but. Well. Speaking is a challenge." Letto nodded and signed his agreement, along with a rude statement about Carson's own ability to speak. The little smirk on the mutant's face was enough to let Carson know it was just a joke, and he left him to it.<br/><br/>He found Natya in the supply rooms, and explained his plan to her. She agreed readily--out of the four of them, she was best suited to guiding new faces in. Sunny would offend everyone and Letto might end up shot as a mutant. Carson was next best, but he had his mission. He retrieved a pair of cold-weather coats, plus a compact tent and a pair of sturdy blankets with thermal insulation. He took some canned food that wouldn't suffer for being eaten cold--even if it struck him as gross--and made sure there was enough to last them a week, though he anticipated much less than that passing. It took him less than ten minutes to rejoin Malia in the entryway, where he stored their supplies in side bags built over the wheels of the Growler, then punched in the code to open the door. Together with her he rolled out of Central and back up to the main road, pausing only long enough to consult the map and the direction they had to travel before he steered the big machine down through the rows of ancient cars, speeding at a good clip across the cracked asphalt.