[ The next time they stop, Blake leaves her van near the back of the convoy, and makes her way to the front to find the sleeping trailer. She has a plastic bag in one hand -- something she scavenged from the garage they all woke up in, but she really wants something more sturdy -- with a gently rustling pile of CDs and cassettes within.
The problem is, she can't immediately spot SecUnit. There's a guard? Oh--
No, wait, she recognizes the jacket. It's wearing a helmet, though, no wonder she didn't immediately spot it. She probably would have been faster if she still had her night vision. Ugh. ]
Delivery for metal music!
[ Blake is still the serious, reserved person it met not long ago, but there's a lightness in her voice this time. An introvert has identified a fellow introvert and feels more comfortable in its presence. ]
A lot of it's gothic metal and nu metal, so I hope that's the type of metal you're into.
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The problem is, she can't immediately spot SecUnit. There's a guard? Oh--
No, wait, she recognizes the jacket. It's wearing a helmet, though, no wonder she didn't immediately spot it. She probably would have been faster if she still had her night vision. Ugh. ]
Delivery for metal music!
[ Blake is still the serious, reserved person it met not long ago, but there's a lightness in her voice this time. An introvert has identified a fellow introvert and feels more comfortable in its presence. ]
A lot of it's gothic metal and nu metal, so I hope that's the type of metal you're into.