Rokuro lands quietly on the roof, steadying himself with his hand. Pulling a small knife from the front of his cropped shirt, he slices a straight line through the canvas between two metal struts and slips inside.

This truck is even more full than the last, loaded nearly to the ceiling with large boxes covered in a wide variety of text, emblems, and slogans. He raps lightly on the metal siding so Tech knows he made it in alright and starts taking photos. As many and as fast as he can. No front-facing camera jump-scare this time. Rokuro is all business.

At least until he recognizes the contents of a certain box, and is so overjoyed at the fact something is the same that he can't quite help himself. Climbing up the boxes and popping back out, he takes a quick look in both directions to make certain the coast is clear before tossing Tech something.

"Catch." It's a can of iced tea. The can is different, as is the (sacrilegious) concept of icing tea, but tea is tea. And Rokuro Unno loves tea. "This truck is full of food and medicine. I imagine the rebels would find it quite useful."