Slight static, as well as the sound of someone eating something...crunchy? Then, a familiar voice chimes in.
Heya! Is it just me or do we have a lot of english gentleman here? Apparently you have to be english to survive the apocalypse for longer, huh.
Noire clears their throat and chuckles.
Maybe it's the Tea that helps with the survival. Who knows. Mine should be done in...a few minutes too, at least I hope so. Found, by pure accident, some wild herbs which can make a decent tea, if I can trust one of my books. So, you seem to be quite well, yes, Howell? I hope the Tea I gave you is to your liking.
More crunchy eating, then a sigh and a mumbled "I should bake more often..." before Noire returns to the Ham Radio.
So, 20 tons you say? Sounds like you took over a Truck. Probably reinforced it too, I'd wager? Yes, probably, some of those...things are quite capable of cutting through thin metal. Or punching through it. Well, let's say you're not the only one with a vehicle of that sorts. Back then, when I met up with Howell, my vehicle probably weighed in about 15 to 20 tons as well. Nowadays...Probably more like 40 tons. Good thing it's on Tank treads, I don't think there would be enough wheels to move this monster of a vehicle. Even found some Paint and Spray Cans, so now it's a stylish black. Even named it, it's called Andraste. I also considered naming it Wōđanaz, Þunraz or Teiwaz.