Graham was lost. His map had been destroyed by an explosion in the ruins he was just exploring. He would have to find some sort of landmark if he had any hope of finding home. After looking at the sky to his orientation he decided to head north. As he started what he assumed to be a long walk he pulled out a small notebook and pencil from his pockets and started listing his loot from the ruins.
Identified: 7 kilograms scrap metal, seven AA batteries, four AAA batteries, 70cm usable electric wiring, 3 intact books- fiction.
Unidentified: A small metal "thing" in the shape of a spider, will need home equipment to inspect further.
Losses: Map, 2 shotgun slugs, 7 buckshots, "some" blood, 30cm bandages, 5 cans of beans, one canned chicken, everything eaten before the chicken, three liters of water.
Gains: Knowledge of the evil of canned chicken.

After this he let out a drawn out sigh, the trips were yielding less and less every month. Scanning the horizon for landmarks he noticed a small building to the north-east. "The first good thing all day" he muttered to himself as he trudged towards this structure in the distance. After a few minutes he reached the front door of this "DINER" and took a look in the front window, his shotgun in his left hand. Two women at different tables, assorted staff behind counter, smells like a bandit left out in the sun too long. With these facts in mind he put the shotgun back in its holster and walked up to the counter. After he got the attention of one of the staff he asked for a menu. Menu in hand he sat down and started reading it. After a minute or so he asked for a burger and water.

While waiting for his order he pulled out the metal spider and a few lenses. If anyone looked at him they would of seen a grown man cooing to himself while holding up a chunk of metal in one hand and a piece of glass in the other. Periodically he would take some notes only to scribble them out moments later. After a few minutes he gave up and started to draw what he was seeing. He did this for all of five seconds before his order arrived. He continued to stare intently at the contraption whilst eating and often had sauce drop onto his shirt and notes.