"Who do you think lives here?" Jackie sat down on a stone bench embedded in one of the room's walls. "It looks pretty neat." she got up and searched through the place. There were plain reading books on a shelf. "I don't think they would be happy if they found us sitting in their shelter, reading their books, waiting for them to come back."

She shrugged,"We're survivors, whoever the person is should be happy to see we aren't mutants."