With her flashlight tucked away, she follows his voice to the middle of the room. "I went a little overboard on stocking up, last time I came home. Won't take much."

She runs a hand over a crate, feeling the lid shift under her touch. "Hm." She scoots the lid aside, then gropes blindly inside. They may have cleared the room but she's still reluctant to bring out a light.

"Pistol ammo," she remarks softly, lifting a few magazines out and tucking them into her bag. "And this..." She checks a neighboring crate with an open lid. "Rifle." She lays the magazine against her palm, feeling it out like a blind woman. "For a 47."

She shrugs, putting it back. "Not like I didn't bring enough. You find another tunnel on your side, or will we have to go back the way we came?"