All the cars on the roads have been there a while. They're all burned out. Some of them still have skeletons inside. Wondered a couple of times who they were, where they were headed when the bombs fell.

[He does the same in houses sometimes, too. Not always, but... sometimes.]

So long as it doesn't smell like Lakelurk, I think I can handle it.

[He's heard of a pizza, he's just... never had one.]