Good. You ok?
There were four bunks and a lil kitchen area, plus a door that led to a tiny bathroom.
“Ow!” He dropped her and cradled his nose. “Geez. Okay. Stay out here in the smelly Jeep.”
"Okay," he said happily. He stuck the radio on his belt and hoisted Irie up into his arms. @Through The Living Glass
He followed. He liked holding her hand.
He squeezed her hand and pointed his flashlight off to the right.
He picked it up. "That's better. What's up?"
She nodded slightly and stepped into the darkness.
She shrugged.
"Well, we have problems to solve."