Traversing the Jaws of Death [Catherine, Safira]

Eyes narrowed to slits, "Fine. I'll go and see for myself what happens when my schedule frees up."

Hopping up from her chair, she looked through containers for the larger articles, lifting them and bringing them to stack on the trailer, "You're free to stay here til you feel like moving on, I don't give a shit as long as you tell nobody where this is and don't steal or break anything. I do regular inventory checks - if something's missing i'll know."

It wasn't like she couldn't clear house and move to one of the spots she planned in the case of invasion within a week or two anyway.

"Why thank you, Catherine. That's very considerate of you."

She said cheerfully and looked around the dingy spot. It wasn't any high class living but it would do for the moment, having this spot to return to gave some advantages but with so much to be done she would be out and about.

At the same time though, nothing here looked valuable enough to steal. Carrion that was picked up by a vulture. What she wanted was very much alive and far bigger game than any of these insignificant pieces.