[He nods; the apocalypse adage is what he'd been thinking too.]

I don't know much about that kind of shit, but looks that way.

[He hasn't had much of an education to speculate anything too scientific about radiation levels. Peggy's belt find has Jiro going back through his own footlocker to remove shoelaces and gather any ties or the like as well to add to the pile.]

Guess we don't really know what'll be useful.

[The bunk of 'weapons' is starting to look like a pile of junk.]

Should we organize things?