Don't you know we got smart bombs? It's a good thing that our bombs are clever Don't you know that the smart bombs are so clever? They only kill bad people now. The old lyrics to a song she hadn't heard since middle school ran through her head unexpectedly, but she kept a lid on the thought. Somehow, she didn't think Derek would appreciate the aptness as much as she did. "Yes, but you had to have some means of communicating with your units, right? Basic radio? That's all these are for us, really. We just don't have to be talking into them all the time in public where someone can overhear everything we say."
The light of understanding flicked on in Nell's head and she nodded. "Gotcha. I wonder if we could send anything back in the way of provisions when we find the way to your home. Maybe not food because there wouldn't be enough and you'd have a riot on your hands trying to distribute it fairly. But, medicine, maybe, multivitamins, something that could help stave off malnutrition for awhile longer until the ground is useable again. I mean, we may not have much. But, I'll bet if you mentioned something to John and Brian they could find a way to get the Director to make it happen."
Watching him just set up the sleeping bags without a word, she bit her tongue. The thought of such a man did flicker through her mind, though. Chuckling softly, she pulled off her boots and climbed in with him. "Really?" she asked, settling in. "Your idea of a date is listening to me ramble?"