Hell's wheels, huh? Rook runs a hand over his face slowly as though that might do... something, he's not honestly sure. "Uh- a lot." Like a lot a lot. "Hell's wheels is probably the closest to what happened without getting too into it."

He gets close enough- moving stiffly, as though in pain or as though he'd not walked for a while- to offer his hand in greeting. No one wanted to be trapped in a bunker, but Rook at least wants the other person trapped here to know he's not a threat. "David Rook."