The handprints never stopped bothering her. Having A.J. had just made her notice them more. Rory had never been reckless, had always approached each moment away from a safehouse with caution because she knew her own damn self-defense limitations, but having a kid only heightened an already-cranked up awareness of one's surroundings. It was interesting.
"Badass stapler it is," she said, rifling through another drawer until she uncovered the staple gun she knew was tucked away somewhere. Rory was fairly certain it had only ever been used to stick posters to telephone poles, but even a stapler was given a higher purpose once the world ended. "There's a second bedroom, you know. In case you're longing for accommodations a bit swankier than a couch."
She chuckled at his mention of crackers, smiling as she shrugged her own backpack off and took the staple gun with her to start tacking the curtains shut. "I'm a cheap date. We can check the cabinets, see if there's anything else worth adding to this feast." After throwing a little weight behind it, Rory managed to get the damn stapler to work, feeling absolutely no remorse as she effectively destroyed the curtains. She'd always hated them. "Why'd you want to head out here, anyway?"