"Tell me about it," Kris chuckled, looking around. Dismal was a good adjective. As was primitive. He was used to it most of the time, but sometimes, he still looked around and was taken aback by exactly how nineteenth century everything seemed. Well… everything except him anyway. He laughed when the guy commented on his laptop's name. "Hey, some dudes name their penises, some dudes name their cars, some dudes name their guns… I named my laptop. Betsy's a sweet little machine, too."
He shrugged a shoulder when the guy apologized. "Nah, not worried about it," he mused. "I have pretty much endless time to get that no-death playthrough… which sounded really pathetic given the current circumstances, but what are you gonna do?"
Chuckling, Kris conceded to the man's point. "I usually call it the nineteenth century, but I think the middle ages works better. And I think past is more fitting in this situation," he admitted somewhat bleakly. Try as he might, as each day passed it was increasingly difficult to convince himself that they'd come out of this and be able to rebuild society. Not in his lifetime, anyway.
Kris shrugged a shoulder when the guy mentioned not thinking about it. "A lot of people don't remember solar energy, don't even worry. I didn't even think of it on a grander scale until very recently. Just spent the past three days hooking safehouses up to intranet and putting a couple of scrap-made PCs out," he said, doing a little self-back-patting. He turned and looked at the guy as he held the solar charger. "Go ahead and use it. I don't mind. But the wall outlets work now, too. My solar thing is kinda multipurpose so we have power now."