Who would've thought... what a good skill... it would be...?

[He doesn't actually miss it, all the cars moving about. He sees the remains of old wrecks like the remains of people. He doesn't think he's slept in a car more than one or twice since he woke up like this.

He hums at the thought of an RV, not sure there but not against the idea either.]

I'm not sure... I want to... but... I don't want... to waste... or... contaminate... [He frowns.] Maybe... cooking gloves... camping tools...