"If only I could get my hands on some animals," she jokingly lamented. Fresh meat would be a welcome change of pace... She knew how to butcher animals, from chickens to pigs, and she was fairly certain she could figure out how to do the same with a cow or goat. Perhaps starting a farm wouldn't be too bad a plan in the apocalypse. If only she had the resources.<br/><br/>Megan brushed aside that line of thought fairly quickly though, and opted to leave her blades in their spot on the floor, watching him pull out his bottle of water. She appreciated the announcement of his actions, even if she wasn't about to comment on it. That sort of thing was going to make their potentially brief interactions far less stressful. She felt it was an appropriate time to turn her back to him, opting to instead start searching shelves for the tools she required, giving idle chatter in hopes of keeping the mood light. "Where're you planning to go with that thing? As far as I can tell the roads are pretty blocked up. Looks like it can handle some off-roading, though." Megan used to drive a truck for her job. A grey Ford F-150, well-loved and always stocked with all sorts of tools, lumber, and empty Gatorade bottles that her coworkers would put their cigarettes out in. Seeing another Ford in a semi-operational state was almost cathartic.<br/><br/>She rummaged through the first few items she found. A wrench, another wrench, a third, smaller wrench. None would be useful. She left them where they were and moved to the next shelf. Bolts. She didn't know what she expected. Megan straightened back up and moved on to the other side of the room, though as she went, she noted the spilled tools from the box Nico now used as a step stool...<br/><br/><i>A screwdriver! </i>Perfect! Megan dropped to one knee at the edge of the halo of tools and paraphernalia, reaching across the mess to take up the yellow handle as if she'd just stumbled upon gold.