Faith walked over with the microwave, setting it down after John removed the radio that he had. She vaguely recognized it as one of those old fashioned radios that people used to talk to one another on, but she couldn't place the name at the moment.
She laughed when he said that the bus might have known he needed a new project. "Yeah well, next time, I can break stuff for you without a fire being needed," she joked. "I'm five by five, though. It just scared me more than anything. Wasn't expecting a Hot Pocket to piss the microwave off."
Now that her arms were free, she took a step back, looking over the workshop. "You like working on projects in here?"