"Back away, piker! This scrap is MINE!" the Junker yelled from the top of a fallen survey tower, probably originating from the exploded facility. He had his launcher at the ready, prepared to fight the other Outbackker for the metal.
Viper was just about to grab some scrap when he was stopped, head turning to look at the person who had addressed him. Annoyed, he blew some stray hair out of his face, giving the other a flat look. Then a grin.
“Look, s’ gettin’ REAL hard ta get the stuff I need without someone ‘rationing’ it out, or someone stabbin’ me in the face. I just need somethin’ ta make some repairs before these jackasses get back in health….n’ find somethin’ before I DO. So maybe we can, Idunno….negotiate?”