[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191216/692aab2f16b4393b6c28888a33de25ca.png[/img][/center] [INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][INDENT]Fitz raised a brow as Elliot Springfield slammed her fist into the vending machine, screaming out in anger about the loss of money but likely the loss of her own mood. Considering the only thing useful the group had amongst themselves was a burnout’s alcohol flask and a bunch of paperweights, Fitz nearly sighed. Fortunately, some amount of them were trying to think on their feet before Elliot unveiled that she had some weird knowledge revolving around jury-rigged screwdrivers and well, the history of screwdrivers in general. The former head cheerleader hadn’t asked for a history lesson, but if it distracted people to get them to pool their heads together, she was all for it. Admittedly, Fitz didn’t know Elliot particularly well, but as far as she could tell it was useful to have someone with her… reputation around. Turns out that, once again, she was right... or at least she was as soon as Elliot got done with her history lesson. [color=FF7C96]“Well, there you go. Not enough table legs to go around, but its a start.”[/color] Fitz looked over toward the girl who had started to pilfer in the cabinets. The weird, awkward girl. Was she in any of her classes? She couldn’t recall if she was. [color=FF7C96]“Anything useful in there? Like, outside of Diet Coke. Any kind of food, like Alex mentioned?”[/color][/INDENT] [/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT]