Harley tossed the bag at the girl, not really caring if she actually caught it or not. As long as she didn’t lose it, where it landed wasn’t much of a concern. She needed her hands to return to digging through the box, just in case there was more food. There was. All of it was beef jerky.
She flashed her light on the box and realized why. It was a full case of the stuff. “At least we won’t starve,” she commented.
But with nothing more interesting to find in that box, she was ready to move to another. In sharp contrast to her treatment of the previoius containers, the case of jerky was moved with care. They were stuck. They needed three things. Water, warmth, and food. Pretty much in that order. And so far, she’d found one. Not good odds.
But Harley Quinn wasn’t a quitter or a loser. She was a cheater. So she was going to cheat this damn City out of its victory over her and survive just to spite it. Then she was going to go find some buildings to blow up. That’d teach it! Ha!
In the mean time, she’d found something very interesting in her next box. She was starting to feel like it was Christmas morning in a really crappy house. Sometimes you found good stuff, most of it was stuff that you shoved in the back of the closet, and once in a while there was a gem. Harley thought she’d just found the diamonds of the bunch.
Without bothering to explain what she’d located to the girl sitting on the couch, since she didn’t seem to much give a damn anyway, Harley pulled out her newest acquisitions. Was there a table under this crap somewhere? She didn’t know, but she had found a metal platform. Setting that across some boxes to create a level surface, Harley turned on the camping light, flooding the place with illumination.
Now that she could see, she could get to work. If there was a way to make fire, Harley was going to find it. Actually, that mostly applied to explosives, but it would work with the camp stove too. Once she did that, she’d use that pot there to melt some water. And maybe set a couple small things on fire just for the fun of it.
Briefly, she pondered the concept of beef jerky stew, then decided it would look too much like hyena chow to actually eat it. But with the light and the stove going, the space seemed a lot warmer, even if it really wasn’t. It was sort of… homey.
Pleased with her efforts, Harley finally addressed the girl again. “Not exactly a social butterfly, are ya, toots?”