Yeah, that'd be pretty fucked up. Like they don't already have trouble with the other two. Hell, I could warn them about all three of us.

[He laughs and scoots away to go investigate the debris ahead of them, then starts working on clearing a path for her just as she had been doing. Man, something must have twisted wrong when he landed and he's just now feeling it while lifting this chunk of fence and dragging it out of the way, it makes his shoulder twinge in sharp protest. But other than a grimace, what's he going to do about it? They need to get out of here somehow.

There's something kind of relaxing about doing hard manual work while listening to oldies. It triggers some weird sense of nostalgia, which isn't something he usually feels.]

Well at least if there's ever another war, I won't have to worry about it much. They can't draft dead people!