Natasha closed the doors behind Erik and followed him to the main area where the jukebox would be set up. "Thanks!" she said, cheerfully. "I'm hopeful it will do the job. That roof was a lot more trouble than I had been expecting."
She pointed out where the jukebox should go, and after Erik got it in place, Natasha plugged it in. "Such a boyscout," she teased, concerning the quarters. But it was true. When she asked Erik to fix the jukebox for her, Natasha hadn't feel bad about keeping the payment function of the machine. It wasn't as if anyone really needed the quarters as a means of payment for goods anymore. Basic supplies were more important.
But, despite her feelings toward money, Natasha perked up at the idea of the jukebox being set to return the coins to the customers. "No, I didn't even think of that. Would it be too much trouble to set it so the coins will be returned?"
At the idea of food, her smile grew. "That would be amazing," she said. "What did you bring? I've been living off of some cans I found in the back office. Not spoiled...but not exactly the most appetizing either."