He was late, 'engine trouble' would be the simplest answer. If by engine trouble meaning he had to get two cups of dirt out of the air intake so he didn't throw a rod, then sure. As it was the treaded hearse plowed along at a comfortable speed with minimum kick-up thanks to the dustflaps keeping everything as subtle as can be. As he road, he had one ear jacked into a [url=http://www.techsavory.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/A-Solar-Phone-Charger.jpg]delightful little device[/url], about the size of a smoke pack and all black. It took the sun and made music, sun there was plenty of, so there was plenty of music for him to listen to as he made his way to the cracked ship.

He wasn't the only one coming so he hoed they wouldn't all be lonely, or nuts. All in all, he arrived with as little ceremony as he could, watching the standoff as if it were nothing new. [color=aba000]"Quit trying to see whose is bigger, anyone with a shotgun or rifle is compensating. She's bigger."[/color] This is said as he shoulders a shotgun and a rifle over each shoulder and walks the rest of the way into the split vessel. [color=aba000]"I've got a crate of shotgun, a crate of rifle, a crate of pistol. A fifty-five of aqua and two hundred MRE. I can take it with me, you can shoot me and take it but I'm taking someone with me. Or I can leave it here and we can all not die together for a couple of weeks."[/color]