[ Amos had actually been thinking about heading back to Highstorm for the night. Not because he's afraid of the monsters or anything — fear is not exactly in his vocabulary — but because when he comes to Alenroux it's to chat with farmers, help them out a little, learn a bit about what it's like to till the land. Both because they'll need it in the new world, and he kinda wants to get a source of barley set up. Wheat. Some good grains for personal use that might not be feasible in Greenwood Yards.

But Smoky's shooting him a grin, and — oh, yeah. They'd talked about guns before, hadn't they? And he definitely doesn't care about hunting, has better things to focus on shooting (no he does not. It is not Oracle time), but getting to drive an ATV around... backroading... almost feels like something he'd have liked to have done in Baltimore, somewhere... This time not in the middle of a nuclear winter... ]

Yeah, fuck it, I've done a bit of riding before. Could be fun. [ Amos gives him a slight nod, bright voice signalling his interest even as his expression remains relatively blank. That'll change once he's actually behind the wheel of one of these things, but right now it's just a hypothetical, so... a slowly budding excitement. ] They got a quota or something we need to reach for 'em?