Hanz was among the last of the convoy to get moving, having went around to enter his halftrack from the back and messing with his radio for a moment to get it to work before starting the engine and following after the others. Track rolling, he checked his gauges on the move determining his remaining fuel before reporting it as well "I've got fuel left for five hours, maybe five or six refills" after reporting he got of the channel to kept it clear like Mick wanted. He used one arm to quickly pull back his hood and take off his mask, setting it in the passenger seat beside him, and pull up a cloth to cover his nose and mouth to keep himself from inhaling dust.

   As he bumped along with the rest he heard another driver, William, asking about what everyone wanted to eat at their next stop "oh can you make good pastries? it's been oh so long since I've found some" his tone was somewhat joking, forgetting for a moment Mick's desire for minimal radio chatter. He chuckled lightly as he set the receiver back down and focused on driving