Well, if anywhere's going to have a crowbar, it's probably a garage. [ Blake tries for sort of cheerful, and winds up somewhere around light but still solemn. ] We'll see what we can find.

[ She draws her sword as they start making their way toward the garage. Blake has never been without her night-vision before, and she's sorely missing it right now. The moon is high enough that it's providing okay light, and the convoy is putting off some light too, but there's still a lot of shadows that monsters could be hiding in.

She glances at her current company. ]

I'm Blake, by the way. I'm from a place called Remnant-- I think we're all coming here from different worlds, which is wild.