Ringo stood off to the side of the camper, out of the way of others. Her fingertips touched her toes and as she stretched, glanced at the world from an alien perspective, finding it just as ugly and in disarray as ever. She stood, arms rising over her head as she watched Peaches and their second-in command hurry off towards I-55. Though perhaps
hurry wasn't exactly the right word. Ringo finished stretching, somewhat hating herself that she couldn't break the habit Noah had conditioned her into.
Her head did a couple swivels as the rest of her team unloaded and after checking her comms and backstrap to make sure her rifles were still secured, approached the Catcher and the medic that didn't look like Remy. This was her last shadowing mission as a trainee, so she figured she'd best get started.
"Jed, right?" She then looked over at the medic who had replaced Jaime, "Names Ringo if you didn't know. It's nice to meet ya." Ringo glanced around the camper, trying not to let the comfortability show in her face as she rocked on her heels. "You guys wanna keep watch or maybe take a stroll…?"
"Hm?"
The ride had not been pleasant for Jedidiah. For a long while, longer than he could remember, he'd traveled by foot only. The shift to the mechanical mode was something of an adjustment. He had sought out the doctor for some kind of motion sickness medication, and was currently propped against the wall of the camper.
"Ugh..." He glanced up at the sound of his name, smiling as best he could manage. "Yeah, s'my name. Don't wear it out.
"A stroll, huh? Might do me good." He looked to the side. "What you think, doc?"
Ash looked up, removing a headphone from his ear. He had figured he'd stay aboard the camper, as he'd been this way before. When he'd been younger, his parents took him and his siblings into Lexington.
But maybe it was good to get a stroll. His mother was constantly telling him to stretch his legs on these trips to keep off clots. He gave a small smile, looking between the two. He wasn't familiar with Ringo, but...
"Sure! I don't see why not. I'm Ash, by the way. I don't think we've met."
"Don't think we have either," Ringo said with a reserved smile, reaching out to shake the medic's hand.
She glanced between Catcher and Medic and nodded towards the Ikea building that was missing it's E and took a couple steps towards it. "Wanna check it out?"
The medic looked at the building in question. There was a nervous drum of his fingers against an arm... but it had been a really long time since he'd been to Lexington. It hit him what that was, and a smile crossed his face for a moment.
"Ikea! Man-- been a while since I saw one of those," he said with relish. He and his siblings, running around, while his parents looked about at the furniture. Swedish meatballs, too... It was a shame what it looked like now, but maybe they might find something interesting in there now.
"Ever been to an Ikea?"
"When I was younger," Ringo replied just above a whisper, memories of her childhood swimming to the forefront of her mind before she stomped them back down. "What about you, Jed?"
"Sure," came the wheezed reply, though increasingly less the longer he was in solid ground. "No tellin' what we might see'n there. Somethin' worthwhile to bring, maybe."
Jed patted himself down. There, in a holster against his chest, was his revolver. Beside him sat his pack, stocked with trapper's gear and a sturdy, battle worn aluminum baseball bat. Savages could be found any place, and if he came across one long before he expected to, at the it would pay to be prepared.
"You's ready?" he asked, shifting his load onto his shoulders.
There was some anxiety at that question, a spike of discomfort. Really, he should stay with the camper, keep an eye on supplies, see if there was anything more he could do here, but... Well, there might be survivors in that Ikea as well, camped out on all the sofas, waiting on help.
He used that mental image to banish the anxiety. Turn it into something else, something funny. A bunch of ragtag, dirty survivors, lounging on Ikea couches.
"No time like the present," he said, starting towards the building.
"And no present like the things we migh' find inside."
With a smile and a wink to Ringo, Jed followed, bat resting on his shoulder, relaxed but ready.
Ringo let out a hesitant smile and started forward as well, flanking the Catcher and Medic. She unstrapped her bolt-action with one deft move and slid it into her grasp, hesitanting briefly as she glanced towards the camper and then I-55. The most adept fighters of the squad had left, should she instead stay and watch over the camper?
Esme and Poe look well enough to take care of things...
Ringo swallowed, spared one last glance and then lengthened her stride.
"Anything y'all have your eye on?" Ringo asked in regards to the Ikea they were growing close to. "I wouldn't mind findin' a nice new pillow. Er, well, new to me."
"No, I'll keep my eye off things. Keeping it on them might hurt."
Chuckling to himself, the Catcher gave Ringo a pat on the shoulder. The kid looked nervous. Both of them did, he noted, as he glanced at Ash. Did that-? Hell, best he could figure, Jed was the most experienced one of the group, as regards straight survival, anyway.
"New pillah'd be nice, certain. Me, I hope to scavenge what I can for traps'n such. Anything I can use for triggers, hooks, 'n whatnot.
"'Bout you, Doc?" he said, casting the question ahead to Ash.
"That's actually a good question," Ash said, suddenly feeling a bit "underdressed" without a weapon. Simply, he didn't care for them, especially seeing as he didn't know what he'd do if he even had one...
"Honestly? A camping chair," he chuckled to himself, hands in his pockets, a small rucksack on his back with their first aid kit. "I'm tired of sitting on a sit-upon I made in sixth grade."
The darned thing was only tablecloths sewn together around a towel cushion, but it just wouldn't die and give him a reason to buy something else. Sixth-grade Ash apparently had amazing sewing skills...
The building loomed ahead of them, an edifice to an older, kinder world. Funny— they were talking like they were heading in for a simple shopping trip. Hopefully that's all this turned out to be...