That was a new one. Most people who came into town headed straight to the shelters if they didn’t end up in one of the raider groups. None actually thought to come here alone to start a business, especially not during a time like this. But who was he to judge? He was doing exactly the same thing, except he knew his reasons. He couldn’t pinpoint hers. “Erik,” he returned the favor, shaking her hand.
“The alternator is for my shop,” he explained, jerking his thumb back in the general direction of it, “I’m a mechanic. Setting up an auto repair business further out that way. I say auto repair, but it’s more all-I-can repair. Can’t limit yourself these days.” He was lying, of course. But better a lie than the truth. Don’t think anyone would like to hear the actual truth. At the same time, it wasn’t a complete lie. He had actually just finished prepping the garage, so he was going to open it up to the public soon. “Tough crowd.” It would be a convenient way to do trade too. He wouldn’t have to keep crossing into town and searching for food and supplies himself if people naturally came and brought them to him.
“So, why a bar?” He had to ask. “Seems a little dangerous to run a business based entirely on the storage and consummation of alcohol. It could attract trouble.” It’d definitely attract trouble if she didn’t have a strong backing. Easy target.