"Uh-" Shephard rubs at the back of his neck. "I ain't sure if it'd be the same grade as what y'all use on Barsoom, but Bar'll dispense radioactives same as she will anything else that ain't a weapon or illegal where you come from. Might not give you a whole hell of a lot all at once, but she's given me a fair little bit of strontium for explosives when I've asked her real nice. Had to return the safety gear it came with, y'understand."

Not that he's exactly comfortable with the idea of a reactor that close to his groin, but shit, the lady's done it plenty of times herself and if she's got cancer or fucked-up DNA she sure as fuck doesn't look it, so all in all they've probably worked those particular bugs out of the system. And he'd like to not have to worry so fucking much about fueling his goddamn ride.

"Engine's gonna be a mite loud in a place like this, next to somethin' like what you're used to," he warns before stepping forward to fire the beast up.