You've had to pull into the queue at Truk Stop before rolling into Depot. Mimi's in the passenger side of the car. She's been strangely quiet most of the ride. For the first half hour, she turned back around to stare out of the rear window, watching Junkyard grow smaller and smaller. When it disappeared behind the hazy horizon, she turned around rightways and slumped for a bit, tired and worn.
There are a couple of merchant cars ahead of you, mish-mash machines made from a dozen other cars, the kinds of things that just manage to stay mobile. Mimi's watching the guards of Truk Stop warily.
What do you do?