"No clue," she said as she looked around. The voice was familiar. The driver of the old firetruck. "I'm used to radiation doing a lot of things, but there hasn't been a peep out of the Geiger counter unless I'm around people from the wasteland I'm used to."

She had a decent number of pouches tied to her belt and a pistol strapped to her thigh. "There's a lot of guns and ammunition here. Enough to use for scrap parts for repairs and plenty of things to trade."

She actually seemed rather excited about it. Look, guns and ammo were hard to get and repair back home, even more so here.