"I'm fine. I'm doing okay. Wanted to make that man taste his own balls..."  Isaac threw his head back and laughed.  "...but that's pretty average for me."

He went in front of her, walking backwards as he playfully pointed at his companion.  "True.  You are indeed a spicy one."

He found that he was enjoying her company more than anyone he'd travelled with in a long time.  She was unpredictable and a bit of a trouble magnet, but that's part of what made her so fun.  He thought of the song 'Atom Bomb Baby' that played on the radio a lot.  It was fitting for this broad, for sure.  He remained walking backwards for a little longer, before turning around and fall into step beside her once more.

"Mole rats seem to be my target practice today? Good, a moving object would be a great place to start."

"Yeah," he agreed half-hearted.  "To be honest, you could do with some stationary targets first, but screw it, let's throw caution to the wind, huh."

"How are you holding up? Having to cart around a novice such as myself."

"Please," he waved away her comments.  "You're a blast, cutey-pie."  He chuckled as they arrived at the engine house and he knocked on the door.  "Playing the lone wanderer is cool n all, but it's gets kinda boring sometimes.  Nice to have some company."

The door was opened and a wiry old man was there to greet them.  "What?"

"Here about the mole rats.  Just wanted to take a look around."

Isaac raised his eyebrows expectantly, but the old man delayed.  He thought about it with a grumpy expression, then looked outside both ways, before giving a sharp nod and disappearing inside, leaving the door open for them.  "Don't touch anything," he shot at them.

Isaac shrugged at Zara and smiled, then went in.  So began the lesson...

"What do you see, emerald eyes?" he asked Zara as they stood in the room with the generator.  He didn't expect her to offer much, but it was worth a shot.