[color=6ecff6] "Thank you." [/color]Cat replied at the praise, a bit surprised and not used to being praised. Back as a slave soldier she was never praised, she was just assumed by those above her that she'd do right so if she did do a good job there were never praises and if she failed at something, she'd be punished. Now... later she understood that was a way of breaking her and the others in her situation, she had seen it, felt it and eventually broke through it because she was actually pretty smart and with strong will. Still didn't make her used to praise.

 With a moderate tap with her shoulder the door snapped open from the ice and the insides were revealed[color=6ecff6]." I'll be darned... how did this place not get looted sooner?"[/color] She muttered as she walked inside, looking at everything that was around.[color=6ecff6]" Fuck... this is... "[/color] She added in disbelieve as she spotted and opened the toolbox. It was untouched! It wasn't a specliast one in some of the specliast places like garages, but it had everything htey might need! Hammers, nails, screwdivers and wrecnhes on top of scres, bolts and washers. Only one problem, it wasn't really her thing. She could likely trade it later if it was just her, but she wasn't alone.[color=6ecff6]" Donny, you take the toolbox." [/color]She stated flatly.[color=6ecff6]" By the looks and sounds of it you've got better understanding what these could do as benefits outside of trading them."[/color] She said and moved away from the box to explore the rest of the closet. She then spotted the pair of rubber boots and nodded, picking them up, not warm, hers were better for warmth and just cross terrain, but rubber boots like these would be invaluable if they had to trduge thourgh questionable substances and liquids."[color=6ecff6] Seems we might have struck the motherlode."[/color] She chuckled and put the boots aside to be picked later, continuing tosearch around. The mop she ofund in a cabinet was mostly useless... well mostly, she just pulled the cloth bit of the end off the brittle wood. It would do well as tinder. Then her eyes fell on something else.

 [color=6ecff6]"Jackpot."[/color] She grinned picking up and caressing a perfect crowbar as if it was a baby.[color=6ecff6]" This one's mine~"[/color] She cooed and hurriedly found a place on her bags to attach it to. This baby was going to allow them to open a lot of other otherwise unaccessable places. Finally what she found else in the cabinet made her half.[color=6ecff6]" Hey, Donny, come here, I think we found something even better than the toolbox. Haven't seen one of these in a while."[/color] She told him and carefully picked up to show him the glowsticks.[color=6ecff6]" We might have to use one now honestly... unless we form a improvised torch or something which admittedly we might be able to. It will be 'night' soon on the surface and we will have to search for a place to set camp way before the 10 hours of light the stick would provide so it would be  a waste to do so before resting." [/color]She told him.