The rain splashed against the metal sheet that made a roof of the little roadside shelter and the bits of scrap metal and plastic scattered about outside. Far above the ground the sky was covered in grayish clouds and black smoke from some fire burning far off despite the downpour. Exclamation sat under the shelter on the fallen wooden bench and sighed, looking out at the rain with a frown. She'd woken up this morning thinking that today would be the day, today was their lucky break. Nothing. It was nearly sundown and there'd been nothing yet. Scrap metal, bits of pre-Collapse tech... Garbage. Nothing useful, nothing that worth anything to trade. She sighed dejectedly and looked to her crew. "Two year streak of bad luck, and now this," Exclamation says, her usual optimism and cheer gone. "Shit day," she mumbled, looking back out into the rain. She shifted and drew her coat a little closer before standing up and peering out into the piles of junk rusting away in the rain with another sigh. To be totally honest with herself, she'd never thought of herself in any sort of life beyond scavenging. She was a good tinker, maybe that'd be a good career for her? Beyond that her only other skills were... Well, shooting. She wasn't a killer, though she supposed being some sort of guard would be okay. She scanned the horizon for a bit, before stopping and peering at something in the distance.