Jass chuckled and nodded.<span style="color: #b3b300">"i kinda figured that, one of my qualifications is that i can drive and your right, anything big enough to carry you would rather eat you. i would estimate that you can walk about five miles an hour without strain... it would take you a hundred and forty-four hours to walk to the furthest point in the city from our current location. you may be a spry soldier girl but you cannot carry two hundred pounds of groceries twenty-five miles in twenty minutes and that is how fast some frozen goods would melt and become garbage. wasting food is considered a major offense to the people who grew it and any animals that died to make that food."</span>he watched her with another smile and then shook his head. "<span style="color: #b3b300">your doing fine talking to me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>