A new voice, rough but friendly, coming from the person driving who looked the same. [color=0072bc]"Around here, aren't we all a bit broken at this point? In my opinion if anyone really cares about that they're just shallow."[/color]. His friend snorted.

[color=39b54a]"Hah, Slinky, that's the first time you talked in weeks. I almost forgot what you sounded like."[/color]
Slinky chortled himself before focusing again on driving.

[color=39b54a] "Hey, pass around those tea-cakes. I never had one of those. Are they any good?"[/color], the still-nameless woman inquired. Jingo took mock offence, his face looking a bit taken aback before it cracked into a smile.
 
 "[color=khaki]I should hope so, I made'em me self.[/color]" Jingo fumbled around with the lid for a few moment before leaning towards the cab window and shaking the tin at the woman, "[color=khaki]here ye go.[/color]"

Slinky's Friend reached into the tin and grabbed one, retreating into the drivers compartment with it and eating. [color=39b54a]"Huh, not so bad, in all honesty. Better then what I can cook."[/color]. Slinky seemed to agree. After a moment, he gave her a 'hey wait' sort of look. [color=39b54a]"Ah, right. I keep on forgetting to say my own name. Alexandria, his actual name is Bill. In any case, nice to meetcha, Jingo. We'll make sure to not get shot down with you tied in, assuming we ever do get a helicopter like the old days."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Wouldn't that be great, Slinky?"[/color] Slinky nodded in agreement, his mind going back to their days when they did that for Denver-Vegas, transporting NC's, even into combat zones. [color=0072bc]"T'was quite exilherating, but that was years ago."[/color] Of course, he continued really focusing on just driving. Jingo nodded, retracting the tin away from the cabin window and shaking it invitingly at the others.

"[color=khaki]Apparently, I arrived at Smith's Rest on a chopper,"[/color] Jingo said, still holding out the tin and feeling a bit let down as no one took a cake, [color=khaki]"Falcon Reach 'ad a bunch, used 'em for everything really, cranes, transport, chopping down trees.[/color]"

Alexandria seemed to reminiscence, [color=39b54a]"Ah, yeah. Piloting a chopper.. especially back when they weren't as expensive as they are these days. if I remember correctly, Denver-Vegas accidently produced too many, probably why Falcon Reach had that many themselves. Sold 'em to everyone."[/color]

Slinky spoke up. [color=0072bc]"Hey, I've been wondering. Jingo, is there a toilet in the cockpit of an NC? What if you need to take a shit during guard duty? Do they have tubes that go up your arse?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Fucking really, Slinky? That's your question about NCs? 'Durr, how do you poop?"[/color] she scoffed In return jokingly, smacking his arm playfully. 

[color=0072bc]"Well, yeah. That's all I care about. Driving, shitting, and eating."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"That's all that men care about, aside from one other addition huh?"[/color] She raised an eyebrow at Slinky as he answered.

[color=0072bc]"Yeah, pretty much. Ahehahah."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Ah, about a third there, by the way."[/color], Slinky called back to the group, turning the truck into a forested stretch of road, [color=0072bc]"...Really, though. Do they?"[/color]

Joe Verona sighed at the remarks.