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_{[Heather is already picking her way in over the broken glass, but she shoots him a slightly amused smirk in the process.]}

I'm sure we could find better for you than a wrench, but hey, suit yourself.

_{[The inside of the gas station looks as decrepit as the outside-- everything is covered in a thin layer of dust and rust.]

[Wolf pads carefully in front of Heather, long ears pricked with great attention in case anything is lurking down the picked-over aisles of expired snacks and drinks with the labels worn away.]

[Heather makes a beeline for the counter, hopping it with some effort (still... sore from having an entire hillside dumped on top of her.]}