The fact that they were both in good spirits certainly helped to make the unending hell they were trapped in a little better. Megan shot him another grin of her own. He was a good guy, as far as she could tell; Megan was fine sticking with him for longer. The company was incredibly nice. She couldn't help but want to stick with him for as long as she could without potentially being offed in the process. "Sounds good. If we can find a cart, I might load up some lumber too. Can never be too safe. If I can fortify my hideout, I might be able to make it a proper bunker for more than just me."<br/><br/>Megan went to gather her weapons while he went to look for whatever it was that had his attention, putting each one back in its place. Knives in her boots, coat, under layers. She took up her gun and machete, finally. There was a loop she'd made out of tape and wire to hold said machete attached to her backpack; Megan stuck the large blade into said loop, the handle within reach should she need to pull it quickly for one reason or another. One couldn't survive long without being adaptable, after all- and Megan wasn't anything if not adaptable.<br/><br/>Nico ended up with those spark plugs, and the woman offered him a thumbs-up. "Ready as I'll ever be," she responded. "Let's get going while there's still daylight." She didn't wait for him to lead the way. Megan turned on her boot and started towards the front door, stealing another look at the workshop just in case there were any supplies she'd missed. Nope, nothing of import.