"That won't be necessary. I was among the first batch of so-called Drifters, who arrived... nearly two months ago, now." He gazes off at the garage's entrance. Their own vehicles, parked around the Convoy, undoubtedly clash with the more run down selection here. "Fortunately, there were enough among us with mechanical prowess to make the situation somewhat manageable. Otherwise, we may well have been sitting ducks after the first monster attacks, entirely bound to the Convoy."