"Shane, wait up!" you call out, scampering over, him all packed up and ready to head out to town for a quick supply run. He glances at you, and hops entirely off the light blue truck, hands on his hips, rifle slung behind his shoulder.

"Whatsit now?" he asks, cocking his head at you.

"You got an extra rifle?" you ask, your tone hinting that this is the start of a trail of questions.

He eyes you, and nods slowly.

".. yeah, I pack m' secondary. Why?"

"Can I come with?" you chirp. He bristles at that; Shane's never fond of thinking about all the horrible stuff that could happen on a run. It's not particularly dangerous unless you're stupid, which he knows you're not, but he's not taking any unnecessary risks.

".. nah. Why, need sum'n?"

You give a little pout of disappointment and nod, not pushing further.

".. you coulda written a list." he suggests, but you shake your head.

"No, no, it's just one thing, y'know? No big deal."

"Yeah? Tell m' what it is, then. I can grab it for ya."