The Road Warrior eyed Zer and mentally shrugged. He seemed like pretty standard wanderer material, at least for now. He eyed Sawbones with suspicion but his travels have taught him so many things. He knew if you had a brain-tilted organic mechanic on your hands you either were looking at a glorious boon or a horrid curse; Kalahan was willing to roll those dice. He grinned and revealed a mouth filled with equal parts crooked and straight teeth.
[color=ed1c24]"You're damn straight I survived! You think a few raiders are gonna put ol' Kalahan down?"[/color] Following Sawbones gaze, he turned to the approaching storm and whistled in appreciation. [color=ed1c24]"Ain't she a beaut? You got wheels, Bones? What about you, Masky?"[/color]
As if to emphasize his question, he vaulted over his darling and plopped down on the seat before giving a vicious kick to the start lever. The bike snarled to life and he flexed his wrist, making the engine purr. He giggled with excitement at the sound of his pride and joy. He never grew tired of the sounds his baby made. With his ride intact, he turned his attention to the storm and couldn't help the small grin that parted his lips. Kalahan always loved dusters, seeing them as nature's way of challenging him. He'd charged headlong into a storm on more than one occasion for the thrill.