Helena nudged Derrick. "Hey, let's set off, this shit's getting to sketchy." she stepped out of the car and loaded two fresh shotgun shells. She was running low on them. "That laptop work? If you can find somewhere to get, we best get goin'." she slipped a pair of aviators on from out of her duffle bag and truend back to him with a smile. "I got your back as long as you don't fuck things up, but I reckon you're too smart for that." She lit another cigarillo and looked out over the dead city, ruins of a modern age. "You smoke, Derrick?" she pointed the last cigarillo in the pack at him.