The thought of a steak drew a hum of agreement from Megan, who set about stuffing the screwdriver into her back pocket. "God, you're making me hungry. Might go guerilla hunting sometime- I think I could take on a deer if I could get close enough." Though maybe it was wishful thinking. A nice, big chunk of veal sounded delectable... But she wouldn't waste a bullet on an animal if she could help it. A waste of lead and a terrible decision, given how easily it would alert everything to her position.<br/><br/>Maybe she could make a bow and some arrows. Or a spear. She hadn't ever used either, but how hard could it be? One was just a sharp stick, and the other was a sharp stick that could stab from an even further distance. Megan thought she could handle it. At the very least, her machete and assortment of sharp implements would make her a fairly dangerous hunter. Getting the drop on an animal from the trees, popping out of a bush and grabbing the creature...<br/><br/>She fumbled with some screws as she thought, holding them up to the pale sunlight to inspect their state. They weren't stripped, their points were still sharp, they seemed long enough to secure something well. Perfect. She palmed a handful before she stood upright again, a grunt of effort leaving her in the process. "Any tools I can get, really," she replied. "Hopefully a hammer, but I doubt there's one in a mechanic's place. 'Least I found a screwdriver- maybe I can find one of those adjustable wrenches, too." It was wishful thinking, but she hoped it would manifest what she was searching for, as futile and stupid as it sounded. He could mess with the car as much as she wanted, Megan wasn't particularly interested in the vehicle. It's gas, though... "How's the truck looking?"