After the conversation went stale with Gavin, Tori too joined at the Hilton, finding a nice corner to curl up in. Waking with a nice welcoming knot in her back, she sauntered into the kitchen to find something to tinker on. She'd crushed her radio when she fell in the ditch. She listened to what she was making out to be the self-proclaimed boss barking out orders. She didn't see the point of making them do push-ups other than him trying to assert dominance. Seems like a waste of valuable energy. What good are push-ups gonna do us now? We already do all the exercise we need traveling, they're just burning much needed calories. Tori looked up at her companions as she pulled her nose from a cupboard, I'd tell him, but he's a little too trigger happy for my tastes.
A squeal erupted from behind some counters as Tori jumped up. "I found a Stereo!" The elated wolf pranced into the middle of the room, tearing off the battery cover, "And it's got batteries!" Many of the civilians began to whisper in hope. Pressing the "on" button, Tori's ears perked up as the familiar buzzing noise came from the dusty silver box, only for her head to pull into her shoulders as the sound stuttered and died. A few groans came from the survivors as they went back to moping. The wolf sighed as she sat down hard, her sudden joy deflated. It was finally starting to settle in on her that they were all going to die out here.