George was still exhausted and pissed off at the events of that morning, but the fact that she no was no longer all that dirty - she'd even washed her clothes and almost died in the cold waiting for them to dry enough so she could wear them again - made everything that little bit better.
She had read something about a meeting in the journal, and decided to check it out. Hopefully it wouldn't be to form a sort of survival cult thing. George had seen too many movies. Nobody she'd heard of so far seemed the cult type. Not much, anyway.
George recognized the wobbling dude screaming at the Teacups - Andy - and approached him while trying to fight back laughter. "Eaaaasy tiger." She said when she stopped next to him. "What's up with you?"