[what kind of bed did she have back home? what a weird question. well, whatever-- it's in her interest to not get her hackles up at the other victims of this mess. Jan resolves to just... take this situation as it comes. it's the same as working in the shop, she tells herself: you're responsible for every fucked up thing that comes at you down the line, or you'll just let the other guys down.

her hands in the pockets of her jumpsuit clench, fingers folding the soft, silent material between themselves for some kind of stable point to hold onto. looting a house, she feels more than competent to do, so that's the next step.]

just some shit i found off the curb haha.
we're all gonna get better at soundproofing ti sounds like.
& ok. lets go curtain hunting. its nice enough around here we'll probly find some.