Lara continued through the store, and saw a bottle of a reddish liquid on a shelf. The bottle was glass, and only the length of Lara's thumb, it was quite thin as well. Her eyes continued as she held the bottle, and grinned. Someone had restored an old watercooler. The machine no longer cooled water, but rather filtered what water filled the top with water that fell through a pipe in the roof, most likely from a drain pipe. Rain often fell in some areas of the wasteland now, though it was fairly radioactive and was undrinkable without refining. 

Lara's eyes fell on the other girl in the store. The woman had been looking at her, but turned to face a shelf. Lara adjusted her bag and approached the shelf herself. Medical supplies were common, though was rarely in good condition. The shelf had a variety of items; almost clean bandages, a small dosage bottle of morphine and some large vials with lids among other items and bits. She placed down the bottle of red liquid, and began to inspect the clean vials on the shelf. The exposed skin on her arm was noticeable pale, and the carved in marks vividly red against the paleness.