The radio crackles to life once again. The sound quality has deteriorated significantly since the original transmission; it's likely that "Aurora" has transitioned from the professional radio station to a more portable means of communication.
"Glad to meet you as well. Be safe."
She paused, listening to Oussama's message.
"I see. Good luck with that. Some of the public works I've passed by have been really defensible. Sounds like a good location to be. I'm at some old mansion just out of a town right now. It's got a few greenhouses which I am utilizing to grow edibles. Right now my priority is to set up some solar panels just outside and wall them in w-"
The transmission cuts out briefly. A distinct slashing sound can be heard, along with the gruesome, if distorted sound of flesh being ripped apart. The transmission quickly cuts back.
"Sorry about that. There's still a few stragglers out here. Regardless, I hope that work on the fire truck goes well. I've been tinkering with a vehicle as well, but I'm running out of suitable adhesive. I've got a welder that'd work, but right now power isn't exactly something I can use in such a... lavish manner. That's why I need to set up that little installation. Oh, by the way, I've picked up a few books on mechanics. It was never really my forte but I'm coming to understand it. Let me know if I can help with that project. Or any first aid, for that matter. I can walk you through some of that stuff, assuming you're, uhm, not-dying enough to talk."
She stops for a while, listening to Alex's transmission. She begins once more.