Sam blinked a little at the snapping, a little surprised by George's mood. Though when he thought about it, he couldn't really blame her. The sirens had been going off since dawn and had his own nerves pretty keyed up as well.
He moved forward, looking at the bottles on the shelf and looking for a familiar label. He tried to hide a small smile when she said she was in a bad mood. He didn't know why, but there was something kind of funny about George's bad temper. Maybe it was just that he hadn't expected the blonde to be quite so grouchy. If Luna and Shannon were any measure of this place she was a whole new category of blonde all her own.
"Whoever finds it first shares," he said, glancing over at her. "Deal?"