Chantelle spun around and looked at them all.
"Is this some kind of party. Jesus Christ. You can all get your own supplies. Plenty of tins, alcohol, tobacco in here. This place has been left almost untouched. Now we will discuss whatever outside, I'm putting my items in my car."
Walking to the car with the trolley, she flipped her hair and smile seductively at everyone.
"By the way, I'm Chantelle"