#pixiecruiser

Holly still has some lingering guilt over breaking into Elfie’s home, even though she had no way to knowing that it was in fact someone’s home. To make up for this, she likes to bring supplies out to Elfie and her little cat, primarily fresh food from the settlement. At least, when they have enough to spare. She also assumes that Elfie lives where she does for good reason, and takes great care that she’s not followed/seen when going out to the tank. 

There were reasons why she lived alone and what had just been said was one of the biggest ones. Smiling carefully over at Aniya, she nods.

"Yeah, I getcha. I’ve had my fair share of awful people too. Makes it hard to get to know anybody. Y'never can seem to tell how anyone is gonna be until it’s too late or somethin’ and they’re makin’ things a mess.”

Tetsuo was up early, as was his habit, and had just come in from his round of checks on the water purifiers. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming down the rickety stairs of the house, he looked up.

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Andy’s face was hot, and he was pretty sure his hands would be slightly sweaty right now. He glanced down at his pistol, acting as though he were focused on cleaning it for a second while he tried to get his thoughts in check.

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Boyd flinched, not expecting the touch - and not having seen the person who gave it at first, as they approached from his blind side. He pulled away, spinning to face them, brows furrowed and a scowl on his face. He balled his fists, leaving them at his sides, though ready to start throwing punches if necessary.

Oh. It was her. 

His expression softened immediately and he let out a short, half-relieved sigh. It wasn’t someone trying to roughhouse him. She was just trying to get his attention.

Holly studied the tank for a long time. There probably wouldn’t be much inside, but there was a good chance there’d be ammo. Maybe some scrap metal or electrical odds and ends. A first aid kit if she was real lucky. 

And of course, it could’ve been cleared out a long time ago and she’d find nothing at all. The only way to know for sure was to go inside.

She led Ginger and Edna up as close as she dared, and tied them up next to the tank so they wouldn’t wander off. After briefly considering which of the guns she wanted -- the pistols seemed best for such a small space -- Holly crammed a box of ammo in the pocket of her jacket, found a couple of empty duffle bags and slung them over her shoulder. Climbing up the side of the tank, and up to the hatch was easy enough. It let out a loud, mournful creak as it was opened, and inside she could hear something -- or perhaps multiple somethings -- moving around. It was dark, even darker with her sunglasses on, so she quickly took them off and squinted into shadows, hoping to catch a glimpse of what might lingering in there. When nothing immediately presented itself, she chalked it up to a few radroaches, maybe a feral.