He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he saw her pistol join her machete on the ground. The corners of his mouth threatened to break into a grin as she started pulling out and placing down her first couple knives. This small grin faded as his jaw dropped a bit at the number of knives she was carrying. Obviously weapons were important but carrying 4 knives...that was a first. "Damn, you've got enough blades to open a butchery." He said in an attempt to crack a joke. Nico silently hoped that his sense of humor hadn't deteriorated due to his isolation, but he knew this was likely.<br/><br/>"Now, with that out of the way, I'm going to get myself a drink and then check that Ford." He figured it was probably a good idea to communicate what he was going to be bringing out of his bag as the trust wasn't there yet. He slung his backpack off and placed it on the ground in front of him and grabbed the half empty bottle of water from the bottle holder on the side of the pack, opening it and taking 3 gulps of water then closing it and putting the bottle back. "Ah, that's better."<br/><br/>After his throat was quenched he left his bag on the floor and walked over to the truck, beginning his inspection of the vehicle by climbing in the small work area which resembled a trench underneath the truck. He had a thorough look at the brakes and the undercarriage, not seeing any issues. Next he climbed out of the trench and examined the wheels and tires, finding them all to be very low, as expected. Won't be able to check if there's a puncture until they are pumped up. Now Nico was in need of something to stand on to see if there's an engine problem and he begins to scan the dark, dusty workshop in search of something he could stand on. He spots a tool box on wheels that's flipped over with a mess of it's contents scattered on the floor.