The path back from the junkyard to the Nexic temple was a long one, but worth it for the supplies contained within it. Various useful bits of scrap, piping and tubing, a few cans of quality polish; all stuff that could be put to use to keep building up his medbay.

Even if being stuck hauling it all back in a small red wagon like a tiny draft horse was somewhat humiliating. But only if someone saw him, right?

...Right?

At least the strange looking red and black fellow on the path ahead wasn't anyone he recognized...