He stopped in front of one of the many banks that lay around the city. He got out and checked the single door into it, noticing that it was ajar and opened it. He turned back around and pushed the bike inside the building, leaving it in the lobby for a minute. He grabbed a large pack on the back of the machine and strolled down the nearby stairs where there stood a large generator, he snorted and through down the bag of tools. He wasn't much in the way of mechanics, but he knew a lot about generators, especially after a couple years of relying on them. He fiddled for several minutes until a whirring noise alerted him to the fact that he'd down something right.<br/><br/>He strolled back up the stairs and glanced around, the lights were on that was for sure. He glanced at the vault behind the large desks in the back and sure enough the new electricity had restarted the system. The vault door was wide open, he walked in and checked it, the lights were on, the safety deposit boxes and stacks of money were all untouched. In this world this kind of thing didn't really matter to anyone anymore, or at least it shouldn't if they were smart.<br/><br/>He made his way back to his bike and the woman, lighting a cigarette as he grabbed a sleeping bag tied to the other side and threw it at her, "sleep on that after you fix up my bike, I'll fix up what I can from the food."<br/><br/>It didn't take him long to cut the system that controlled the fire sprinklers, he'd had a bad experience with those not too long ago and now he made sure to take them out. There was nothing quite like having metal walls and one entry to watch for safety and security. He busted up some of the wood furniture and lit the fire letting it grow. His eyes swept it as he put the food over it, some Ravioli and beans that he had, pretty simple canned foods, the cigarette jutting out of his mouth. He reached into the food bag and pulled out some bread, he'd managed to get some from some people south of the city who managed a small far and were glad for the gas he had.<br/><br/>He grabbed his standard bottle of alcohol that usually lasted him for weeks, whiskey this time and poured a couple swigs into a couple of travel cups. He wasn't a complete ass, but he knew that he wouldn't need to babysit her, and that deserved it's own respect from him as well as humane treatment, he acknowledged that.<br/><br/>"He's too arrogant to think that we lived through that, he'll still be in the city, don't worry about that. Food's done, come eat before it ices over."