Cassandra had loaded her back pack into the RV, but kept her Guitar close. She could lose everything in the world, except for the guitar. She smiled, leaned back where she sat, looking around at everyone. Eventually, she looked out a window, watching the land go by. When they arrived, Cassandra was out the RV quickly, looking around happily. She left the Guitar in the RV for now, as she began to search for good pieces of trees, sticks and twigs to get a fire going, knowing it would take hours to be fulling heated, and it would indeed be nice to have smores. 

She set them up, and then frowned. She didn't have matches, and she had never been good at starting a fire without them. She looked about, hoping someone else would be able to start it. Or had thought of matches. 

She rose, dirt, leaves and pieces of bark sticking to her pants. She didn't seemed to notice it, but instead, looked around at the others. "Anyone have anything to get this fire started?" She asked, running a hand through her hair, "Cause all I'll manage to do is break a few sticks" She said, with a grin and a small laugh