As Johnny was lent up against a rock wall with the help of mat and Osaki he glanced down to his pipboy, dropping his mangled shotgun to the ground, the barrel bouncing up a bit off of a rock and leaning against his leg. As the weapon settled on the ground he'd drop his wrench as well, the massive thing just barely missing his foot, a real toe crushing danger right there. he had to focus on words, not the words of the song he was playing through his pipboy's larger than normal speakers, but to the words everyone else was saying. The ringing in his ears just wouldn't go away completely. That annoying white noise just lingered and lingered and lingered. They spoke about finding shelter, that much he gathered, there were two options from what he could put together . Pulling his pipboy up so he could look at it he'd struggle to get his other arm up as well so he could turn the nobs and dials, though once he did he'd flip from the map to the radio. Moving a bit he'd try and determine which way the signal was strongest, flipping through various radio stations as he did, trying to get an idea for what was out there. Due to his pipboy's modifications he could detect radio signals a bit further out than the others could, and that helped some. "Need more parts... if I had more I could boost our range. Boost our" and then he lost his train of thought. That throbbing came back with a vengeance in his head and his sides screamed in protest at him as he turned a bit more than he should trying to find a radio signal that was stronger than the rest. Settling himself back against the wall he'd close his eyes, squeezing them shut as if to silence the white noise in his head. Was getting harder and harder to focus. "Found some... someth.something. yeah found. what did I find?" His arms falling to his sides as he glanced to his pipboy. "Found strong radio signals. Can follow them, find" and then Jerry had his moment of brilliance which murdered Johnny's train of thought. "Jerry.... it's scary how perceptive you can be sometimes... "