"Clean water if we can find some," Verity said, noting the warpaint but not questioning it. "I don't trust the pipes with those things down there."

Some of the noises she heard echoing up from her sink had been downright unsettling.

"I wouldn't say no to more medical supplies. And weapons. The more we have the fewer other people do."

Verity trusted her people, even the ones she didn't really know. It was everyone else in this Wasteland she was skeptical about.

"And fuck, if you find coffee? I don't even know."