[ Then he's ready, too. 9S falls in step behind her, silent as they begin the trek.

It's eerily quiet, save for the dull thud of his boots and the rhythmic tapping of her heels against the metallic surface. Along the way, there's a gentle, slow dripping of water, but other than that...

Silence between them isn't odd. More often than not, that's how they've spent their time, quietly venturing from one point to the next. Wordlessly sitting side by side when they were idle. 9S doesn't mind, when her presence is all he's ever really needed. Still, he's naturally social—with an ever lost in thought mind—so it also isn't unusual for him to venture into the silence. ]

I sure hope something worth scavenging survived the fall...

[ It's nothing more than idle thinking voiced aloud, as 9S is wont to doing. ]

But a bunch of scrap metal like this ought to be worth something, too.

[ He realizes belatedly it might be thoughtless to refer to the Bunker this way; it was the closest thing they had to a home once upon a time. On the other hand, well...

Well, it is what it is. ]