(No worries!)<br/><br/>Megan glanced up when she heard him jump off the box. She moved to another shelf to search for something to carry all the screws in, rubbing her chapped, cracked lips with her thumb in a moment of contemplation. A small container would be best. A bag, probably, or a little box- something that would keep them from spilling in her backpack and puncturing all the precious goods it contained.<br/><br/>Her moment of thought was followed by a hum of agreement at the state of the truck. "Shit. There's always the option of siphoning the gas; it's gonna start getting cold again soon." She turned back to him, though, when he made an offer she would be remiss to refuse. A companion for a little longer, a survival buddy- at least until they made it to their relevant shops. It was better than splitting ways right then and there. He wasn't a threat, and he didn't seem to harbor any ill will or malicious plot to kill her and steal all her stuff...<br/><br/>She cracked another grin, revealing the dimples set into her cheeks. "Sure, why not. Two's better than one." She decided in the end to simply shovel that handful of screws into the pants pocket opposite the one full of bullets. It was fine for now, until she found something to put them in. "I've been meaning to hit a hardware store for awhile now. If I can get my hands on some ducts I can probably jerry-rig a chimney for my base." That is, if she could carry it all back. It was a long shot, but if she could get her hands on the materials she needed, she would be set. At least for the time being. With a previous life in construction she knew her way around the act of making things. It couldn't be too hard to make an indoor fire pit that wouldn't kill her of smoke inhalation.