"There's little we can trust, save for our own judgment and perhaps one another." His eyes drift back to the surrounding vehicles, in varying states of disrepair. "The vehicles function well enough, once you mend them. There's a working communication system, and though I hardly trust the intentions of those running the Convoy, it has rooms and resources that have yet to go awry."

He takes a few steps toward a workbench, resting a hand along the edge. "As I understand it, you and your brothers are already adept in combat. That will serve you well here."