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Fifi stood in stunned surprise, water dripping from her drenched hair. At least she had been sprayed by the broken water supply pipe, so it wasn't like it was smelly? Though, the room itself reeked. Her nose wrinkled. Leaving for a supply run sounded like a good idea.

Since everyone seemed to be grabbing something, Fifi tentatively grabbed the tank float and float rod that was sitting near her. "Okay," she said, "where to?"

Fifi followed Doyle and waited while he changed. She wrung out her hair and ducked into a supply closet to "liberate" a spare uniform, changing right in the closet and stuffing her wet things in the janitor's sink. She was waiting and ready when Doyle reemerged.

"Um, if we're getting a lot, why don't we just hit a warehouse?" Fifi suggested. "That way we only have to stop at one place." She eyed the bird, then Doyle, who had changed, but not showered. "Maybe we should requisition a vehicle?"

Fifi smiled, trying to not offend the other Rocket. Blurting out that there was no way she was going to plaster herself to his back after he'd been doused in sewage and hadn't showered wasn't exactly polite, even if it was true. "Oh, I just wouldn't want to overburden the poor thing. And we wouldn't have room for supplies, either," she said instead. "I-I'm not afraid of flying, or anything," she said, looking down and away, twirling a piece of hair and scuffing a shoe.

"A vehicle would probably be best. Be right back!" Fifi said before darting off to requisition one.

Fifi drove up fifteen minutes later in a battered looking open-top Jeep, hair tucked under a bandana, grinning widely. "Okay, I got us a Jeep!" she called triumphantly. The back seat was missing, and the rear doors were welded shut. A few metal loops had been welded in various places to tie things down in the empty space where the back seat used to be. Five-point harnesses had been installed to replace the normal seat belts for the driver and passenger seats. The rear bumper was held on with both bailing wire and duct tape, and the stick shift had an old stress ball stuck on it with even more duct tape to replace the gear shift knob that had long since fallen off. Fifi was apparently oblivious to the numerous...unique details of the vehicle, and beamed happily at Doyle as she waited for him to climb in.

"Of course it's safe!" Fifi said indignantly. "It has a perfectly good roll bar, five-point harnesses, and you don't actually need your rear bumper! The front doors work, and we have a windshield, the gas tank is full and I have extra fuel just in case," here she gestured to a trio of plastic gas cans held in one corner of the back with webbing, "and I don't even need blocks to reach the pedals or a booster to see over the dash!" Fifi said, a ferocious pout on her face.

Fifi waited for Doyle to strap in, then smoothly put the Jeep into gear and applied the gas. The bucket of bolts and bailing wire rumbled along, engine thrumming surprisingly smoothly. Despite the rough terrain, the Jeep didn't jolt them too badly, the shocks absorbing much more of the bouncing impact of their off-road ride than would be expected from such a beaten-up looking vehicle. The bucket seats they were strapped into were deeply padded under their stained upholstery, and had their own spring-shocks to absorb even more of the jolting. The result was a swaying, bouncing, jouncing motion that was almost like the motion of a boat, rather than a bruising, tooth-rattling lurch and jerk ride.

"See? I told you it was fine," she said after getting up to a reasonable speed, considering the terrain. "The frame is solid, the engine is fine, the shocks are good, and I've been doing this for years," she said smugly as they bobbed and bounced along. "Though it really is easier now that I can reach the pedals and see past the dash at the same time..." she mused.

Fifi glanced over. "Why are you rolling the window down? It isn't like we have a roof, and the only air conditioning this old workhorse has is factory air," she started, then noticed that Doyle looked rather pale. Rolling her eyes, she stopped the jeep. "Really, you can ride an Archeops, but you can't handle a little four-wheeling?"