Kevin chuckled when Zara assured him that anything he had to say about himself was interesting. Apparently she liked figuring people out. Hopefully that meant she wasn't interested in eating him. He wasn't exactly worried, but being chewed on wasn't fun. Then he was distracted by her sudden change of position. He much preferred things this way, though. Clearly the universe liked him, as now he had a view of what he had correctly guessed to be the immaculate bottom of his hostess. He did manage to listen to what she had to say, though, luckily for him. That sort of multi-tasking was usually hard, but it seemed things were just going his way today.

"That sounds pretty cool to me. I mean, it means you've gotta be pretty good at mixing drinks, which is a must in this world. Eating people's a bit fucked up, but we do what we have to, right?" he offered in reply. Apparently Zara didn't think she was very interesting, but that seemed to be the case with everyone. When you're you every day, what you are is normal, even if "you" is a psycho vampire hacker that has managed to control the plague that controls so many. Taking an appreciative glance around as the woman explained that she'd set up everything herself, the contractor nodded to himself.

"Wait, they just throw away dead people?" he had to clear that one up. Last he'd heard, they still offered cremation services. Then again, he supposed there had to be at least some undesirables still kicking around. They probably didn't get properly disposed of. As he finished his thought, the man was interrupted by the realization that he'd finished his coffee. She'd told him to help himself, though, so he did, and mixed up a second cup to continue fuelling himself.

"You shoulda bought a Hi-Lux." he recommended unhelpfully. "I rode one of those things through snow, and ice and sand and mud and hot and cold and fuckin' everything. The fuckin' guns we set up in the bed would jam up or give out before the truck would even consider stopping. Fuckin' beast of a thing. And you wouldn't believe how many people you can fit in one if you really try..." he chuckled and then shrugged, "Obviously not very helpful here..." It wasn't like they might go out and buy a new vehicle either. He'd gotten along fine by himself on his own two feet. Then again, with all the money they'd be rolling in after this, he supposed some clever investments might yield a truck. He might even be able to put a crew together. He cut off that thought with a swig of coffee. He was thinking like his buddies had been. A small crew might take up the jobs a bigger company wouldn't take, but they wouldn't make enough to get by. By himself, he could manage, but there was little hope for more than that. That wasn't going to stop him from buying a truck if he could afford it, though. Having an nearly indestructible vehicle along would be incredibly helpful...