If you're lucky. Mandatory radio announcements we have to listen to at certain times of day, mostly automated stuff. No real newspaper. Uh-- there's, you know, an underground that passes out pamphlets. The Fireflies. They want to restore the branches of government that the military sort of... shouldered out, I guess, but there's not enough support to make it happen.

[She steps away from the bike, and shakes her head. Maybe in another life.]

C'mon, let's grab the rest of the stuff and get outta here.