<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/HappyPunk03.jpg)</div><em>Bring the wheels</em>!<br/><br/>Part of the reason for Happy's own delay in arrival was that Roan's message had returned her to a place of warm and fuzzy childhood memories.  The smell of grease, the feel of tools in hand, the thrum and rumble of the convoy all around her....<br/><br/>The cheerful little punk first of all collected her tools - in this case, of the sort used for working upon mechanical rather than biological systems - and a change of clothes: her easy-to-clean, bargain-shopping options that had been stained with things a lot worse than brake fluid or oil in the course of her paid work.  Then she gathered up her 'adventuring' kit, and sent a message to her team-mates.<br/><br/><em><strong>On my way.  Anyone who needs a ride, let me know!  H.</strong></em><br/><br/>Not that she was so foolish as to regard herself as any sort of expert with either spanner or steering wheel in hand, but some of the skills acquired while spending her formative years on the road<em>were</em>now comparatively rare and valuable - only a minority of edgerunners could even drive, let alone check whether a vehicle was roadworthy.  And she had the chance to do both, and potentially play a key (if unglamorous) role in the whole mission!<br/><br/>Quite literally bouncing (<em>mostly</em>while unobserved!), the MedTech set out to nostalgically play at once again being a Nomad - giving the<em>All Foods</em>van a once-over, both to confirm that it could function reliably and also to help it to avoid needless difficulties en route, whether from broken signal lights or jammed wipers that would leave them blind in rain.  There was no need for the second-hand vehicle to purr like a kitten or roar like a tiger, but if it could putter along steadily and get them where they need to go she'd be pleased.<br/><br/>Not least because steady puttering was indeed about the limit of her own driving capabilities: most of her time behind a wheel had been in (decidedly temporary) charge of one of the middle vehicles in a convoy, where she simply had to follow the leader.  But 'slow and steady' would fit rather well with the expected behaviour of someone employed to drive a vehicle so far from counting as<em>thrilling</em>as the old delivery van was.  And the trip to the noodle house - with or without additional pick-ups en route - would give her the chance to familiarise herself with both the van and the feel of driving it through the city.