Setting the piece on the worktable, Erik picked up a paintbrush. “Well,” he began, “I’m definitely going to make it a working phone booth. I could probably reinforce it to make it sturdier, but I don’t think it’d work too well as a panic room.” He flashed her a grin. “But maybe if I install an engine and add wheels,” he dipped the brush into a can of blue paint, “I could turn it into a nifty, little escape pod.” He was mostly joking. It would take far too much work and he couldn’t spare all of the parts he found on a pet project. He had more important things to focus on, such as a cure for a virus.
“I’m painting it first before anything else,” he explained, stroking the paintbrush over the front of the metal, “Got a load of paint cans from Home Depot. Paint isn’t the most popular commodity during a zombie apocalypse, so it’s pretty great for me.” Erik nodded his head over to the vending machines in the corner beside the work table. “Help yourself to some snacks or a drink if you want.” A pause and then, “Uh, but not the Corn Nuts.” He needed those. They were a depleting source and it was frankly making him a little worried. He needed them as silly as it sounded.