<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 managed to get belowdecks and into the top bunk. He'd spent enough pre-crawler years in them it was part habit, part consideration to the bigger Jim not having to bang his head every morning. He slept heavily, lucky enough not to snore. Part of him wondered if any snorers still survived, considering the tight quarters many havens had to use to pack their population into somewhere secure.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>On waking, Lucas sniffed his borrowed clothes and sleeping bag. Not terrible but airing should be considered. Exploring belowdecks slowly, with taps on doors before entering, he found the canteen of water in galley and measured out a small cup of water for his parched throat. He also saw the room Arlene had chosen, while he didn't go in, the abandoned bra gave him a chuckle before he moved on.<br/><br/>A much to work through the ache in his muscles as anything, Lucas gathered up all the wet clothes and his duffel bag, and anything else that looked like it needed drying out. Coming up into the sunlight he winced and headed to the top deck, draping things over benches or trying them to rails so they can get the air and hopefully lose a lot of their moisture. Chances are they'll still smell of the river after, but properly washing clothes by hand would probably require some more preparation. And maybe some soap if they can find it.<br/><br/>On the top deck, he leaned against a railing and looked out at the river banks, not much threat during the day. At least from crawlers. Noticing Jim and Arlene below with his fishing poles he decided to watch for a bit, pulling a brouchure for the riverboat tour he'd found in the bedroom. Probably the same as the one Arlene had earlier. He was mostly interested in the terrible low detail map of the route it took. If they could find a nearby town, there's a chance of finding some of the things they'd need at least. Maybe the big bedroom or the cockpit would have a better map. All these thoughts slowly trickled through his head. Hunger and fatigue made it easy to take the chance of waiting for Jim and Arlene to finish talking to just take a rest.