Luna was practically salivating at the sight of that candy bar. As soon as it was offered the wrapper was torn off and 1/3 of the bar was stuffed in her mouth, a look of absolute orgasmic fulfillment on her face. Food was amazing, and she swore to herself that she'd never be without it again. By the time the bar was down to a bite or so left (Not that it took much time at all) Luna sighed, before nodding to Caitlin.<br/><br/><strong>"My name is Luna. My mom and dad were hippies, clearly."</strong><br/><br/>She had opened her mouth to speak some more, but the sudden crash made her practically leap away from where she'd come in to lower herself to a crouch, hefting her wrench like a baseball bat. Even with a (mostly) empty stomach, the girl was pretty acrobatic. She wasn't sure she trusted the man with a big honkin' rifle, but this group was decently sized . . so they'd probably be okay. After listening to everyone's stories so far (and avoiding Carl's overzealous eyes when it came to religion), Luna raised her hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Uh, I'm Luna Amano, and I'm a mechanic. I've been fixing up things for years now, and I can probably fix damn near anything if I had the right materials."</strong>It was . . . an odd statement. She wasn't very old it seemed, so how could she have been a mechanic for a few years? She was cute though, dressed in rather casual clothes with her hair pulled to the side in one long ponytail. Judging by her legs she had a lithe musculature, and was pretty quick on her feet.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, also, I guess I'm an ex-gymnast. Among other things . . yeah, that's me in a nutshell."</strong>She looked downright worried at Willie's statement about the military, and ended up drifting off into silence as she thought things over.