He drifted the vehicle to a halt outside where the group was, and gave them a jaunty wave as he pulled himself out of the chassis through the door window, since it didn't actually HAVE a door. "What? I said I needed a good look at one of the vehicles to get an idea as to their tech level, and after about five hours in one of these, with an automatic weapon mounted on it to boot, I believe I know about where they are in the tech scale. Did you get those rifles I asked for? Awesome."<br/><br/>He had to reach down and rub his thighs, trying to get the blood to circulate properly again, and stomped his feet a couple times to get the tingling to stop. "And I might as well. After all, resting on ones laurels is what the decaying and dying do. I have no intention of that, so I do what I can with what I got. And what I got now is a slice of home, even if the suspension system doesn't exist or is considered something for pansies, and the muffler sucks great big donkey balls. They think I am heading due south at the moment, no doubt trying to break through the border, but they have no way, other than other vehicles, to move quickly, either physically or to pass messages, I think."<br/><br/>He sat down at the base of a tree, his body felt like one big bruise after off roading in that thing, but it was fleeting and he ignored it. "Sapphire, could you check to see if you can figure out how that thing gets power? I didn't get a chance to check, but I am betting it is a magic power plant rather than an external fuel source. If it is, that means that thing has effectively unlimited range, and since it moves faster than a horse can gallop, and can hold it without getting tired, that makes it superior to the ones back home. I think I can drag that back to the forest and start carefully taking it apart to try and improve it a bit.'