Martin had been reading through a book while they rolled across the wasteland. Not that he was not attentive to the Tank or the others around him, but he had always found a bit of light reading less distracting the wandering paths of an idle mind. And besides, the old, yellowed pages were part manual, part history of the Tank and its past. When Jana let them know that they were nearing the town, he quickly replaced the thin wire of a bookmark before returning it to his pack beside the gunner's seat. He was adjusting his position when the call to battle stations rang out. Quickly jerking to attention, he elevated the sights up towards the towering smoke cloud. "I would think fast. That much smoke and they are either in trouble, and need help now. Or the trouble has already left and a quick look would not be needed." He called back, even as he double checked the calibration on the gun's sights.