Jimmy watched as Katherine used her own datapad. He suddenly felt very foolish, of course he should have known she would have her own methods of communication. He felt awkward, like a young boy trying to convince another child to play with him by showing off a little bit.
He was so tired. Giving his head a little shake to clear his mind, he refocused on Kathy again.
"Uh, yeah, everything is good. Or as good as I can make it I suppose. Milford more or less acts as a supply depot for this place now, as a middleman between us and the sympathetic Zoner population in Pennsylvania. We get the essentials, but not much else. They got people watching them too, y'know?"
He was getting sidetracked again. Where was that food? He could smell it now.
"As for our pet Stork, she's a different ballgame. We've been patching it and repressurising where we can, but each attack, usually from those Junker scrap-ponies , makes the next trip more dangerous. It actually has its own B.O. I fly it in a full suit now, safety first, right?"
He flashed the white-haired woman a cheeky grin as the drinks came over. He knew it was bad. Real bad. The Liberty Ale though, it tasted like pure gold, perfect as a full roll of duct tape.
