floating in a tin can

So turns out when you buy up an old storefront that's sat abandoned for years in the mutant ghetto, there's kind of a mess inside. They're not... exactly surprised, except by the sheer scope of it. The windows were broken long before they got here, and they keep looking up from the task at hand to glance, worriedly, at where the glass ought to be. Those old boards nailed in place don't really look safe.

Kevin's in the back, where the storage-slash-break room is supposed to be, ostensibly cleaning the place out of dead rats and roach corpses but he's probably just hiding back there where they can't see him. Ah, well. He's a teenager. Not the most reliable.

They drop a heavy box on one of the counters, kicking up what feels like a cloud of dust in the process, and wipe their dirty hands off on their jeans. Technically they're already open to the public (they put a sign up and everything) but they're not expecting anyone to come in. They only advertise by word of mouth and it takes a while before word gets around. The first week or so is bound to be slow, which gives them time to make this place less of an embarrassing mess and keep them out of the houspartment while Michael freaks out about them being back in the Dangerous City.