She's on her knees with one arm shoved between two fallen shelves. All she manages to come up with is an over-sized Yankees jersey. She holds it up, looking a little sheepish. "Bupkis aside from this." She shoves it into her pack anyway. Waste not, want not.

"There's always stockrooms for a place like this." Brushing dirt off of her knees, she hops the counter to check.

The cash register is gone, of course. The only thing left of it are wires ripped loose when someone stole it. There's a small door in the wall next to it. deadbolted. The owner took some precautions, at least.

"Jackpot."

One solid kick causes the wood around the lock to splinter. After that, it's simple to force it open. Inside, there are cardboard boxes piled higher than Lindianne's head. "That explains where everything is, I guess."

She turns back to Voodoo, grinning. "After you."