[She's in almost silently, shutting doors behind her with a wary edge but really not a lot of care because it still feels like she's floating on her feet. Maybe it was because her scent was masked by all the dirt and dried blood on her, but hardly any of the corpses even looked her way as she passed them. She goes for the bottle of tylenol on the table, fumbles the lid off and sticks two in her mouth before reaching to pluck that bottle of alcohol out of his hand while he dozes to take a swig.]