<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>Lucas relaxed as the crawlers seemed not to attempt a mad jump at the boat. It was so hard to tell how they'd act, sometimes like wary predators, sometimes like mad dogs. His gaze drifted over Arlene before and as she got up from pushing with the pole. He licked his lips with a low rumble in his chest, then let out a nervous snort. Not something he'd thought about for months, and hardly the time. Though was it ever going to be, in this new post-plague world? He shrugged to himself.<br/><br/>"I'd bodged together a raft after I got stuck in someone's boathouse about a week up river. Pretty desparate honestly, was near this crazy survivalist's house, but the place was locked up tight, with clear flat ground for ages around it. Going overland was way too risky." He pulled off the t-shirt and flannel shirt he'd had on together and started to wring them out, bare chest shifting as his muscles worked under the skin. "There's what camping stuff I could find and an unloaded pistol in the bag, if anyone can make use of them. Gun's full of gunk though, haven't found rounds for a long time." His expression suggested the last was no great loss to him.<br/><br/>He gave Arlene a second look at her comment about fixing things, cocking his head. "I did a bunch of grease monkey work at sea. Drove motorboats as a kid too. Though this thing won't be very agile. If it's not missing any parts, and we actually have any fuel left, we might be in luck." He shivered and swallowed. "Once I've dried out, warmed up, and maybe had some sleep? Let me know if you need a hand with some kind of jerry-rigged tiller. I've some idea what it would need, but my raft shows how good I am at bodging stuff from scratch." He laughed, a little bitter at first, lightening before he stopped.<br/><br/>Looking over at Jim, Lucas rocked on his heels and waited to hear his part of things.