Howard climbs into the driver's seat. It's getting dark. He's not looking forward to wandering around this place at night. "Check the glove compartments. Might have a flashlight."

Or granola bars. He glances back at the food she dumped behind her. It smells, it's rotten, he can tell from here but they should be able to sort through the things that won't make them sick, might make them sick and will definitely make them sick later.

He doesn't even need to thank Diana for getting the food. Emotions like gratitude are for times when they aren't fighting for their lives.

He revs the engine and starts driving. "Think it's a good idea to risk breaking in someplace and finding water? Or should we keep looking for everyone else?"