Maxwell sighs. "You could at least say please. I mean, if I have to bus all of your shit around anyway." He furrows his brow, doing the "Lord Give me Strength" brow pinch. "If I didn't need you to get out of here, this would be a completely different experience." He takes another thick strip of meat out of his pouch and starts chewing on it, sizzling noises coming out between his teeth as he chews. Maxwell grabs the paper while he chews. "Might as well get started on it while I'm eating. The less time I have to put up with this bullshit, the better." Slipping the paper in between his waist and his armor, he takes off his gauntlets and holds them out to LeeRoy with his left hand. "I wasn't kidding about those train whistles. If you could weld them to the gloves, I would very much appreciate it." Maxwell walks off with both the list and the sack of food, grumbling to himself. "At least one of us grown ass men has the decency to be nice." 

Anyway, after all the mumbling and grumbling, in between eating some raw steak, Maxwell takes the list out of his pocket. "Alright, lets see here. We've got...." [i]12 tons of boron steel, a shit ton of copper wiring, plastics, ceramic plating, and some battle grade glass.[/i] "Where in the hell does he expect me to find all of this?" He looks around himself, at the surrounding city.

Well lets see here. Tall buildings, more tall buildings. Hmmm. Jeez, Maxwell doesn't really know what he's looking for. "Well, lets try just looking around. Maybe asking some questions." And so he does so. Asking the city people, who are all actually very very nice, he manages to find out where all the supplies are. 

AND because we have better things to do here, for posterity's sake, lets just say that Maxwell bought everything, including some more food, and head back to the ship, with an UNREALISTICALLY large sack full of everything. (Mind you, this is at least a 15 ton sack. Shit's gigantic.)