[Rebecca makes herself busy as well, a little slower with moving furniture but she gets it... closer. Before taking a breather, hands over her eyes. A migraine is seriously not what she wants right now. Not when there are a million and one things to think about and sleep to have, two things that don't really mix but they're going to have to now that they've barricaded themselves into their room.]
Tomorrow, yeah. I really hope we get something - bots are a good sign. Fresh rounds of supplies would be better.