"If you think I'm letting you run off on your own we're going to have an argument. Look..." She pauses. "-You said I didn't make it out of the basement last time?"

"No. Not according to Twelve. I don't know if you ever have."

"-There's something working against us. Something isn't happy with us being...here. But- There's been no messages from past-mes. And none from past-Elizabeth's. So- They won't be expecting us. They'll be expecting you to act like a Bina. Not like...Not like part of a group..."

"Good point. But - the split up plan requires us having a group? And... I think there might be something useful in the journal. Twelve put it this early, instead of in the Moment or wherever - she must've thought we could use it, but I don't think I would've been able to stop and read if I'd been running for my life."

Jenn nods, a little reluctantly. "Elizabeth. What other supplies do you have at the camp? I didn't spot any medical supplies, or weapons, but I'd kill for either right now."

"Uh. A portable x-ray. Maps. Potentially useful files. Water. More flashlights. Spare batteries that could fit the flashlights. There are medical supplies, in the tent on the narrow end of the camp - other side of the truck from the open air tent and the showers. It's mostly meant for if we had a major accident and trouble getting to a hospital in time, so it's specialized towards dangerous bleeds. Nothing intended to be a weapon, but there's cutting tools in the tent with the medical supplies. I have a gun on me, but I'd rather not use it when we don't know if those things can hear. Or that they won't just absorb the bullets. I don't have anything to reload with."

Jenn hums. "The supplies would be useful. And another map so we're not reliant on you. I grabbed post-it's, but drawing a map on those is going to leave it uselessly small, or uselessly many-paged."

Bina really doesn't like the idea of staying cramped in a box while wigglies surround her, but: "I still think me leading them away from here's a good plan. But I can also read the journal while you guys are out."

Jenn definitely doesn't seem to like that idea, but: "It's logical," she admits.

"Which? Leading or reading?" She drags her hand down her face. "Ugh. I think... I think I can do it. Lead them away. They didn't seem that fast. But if you both think it's a horrible idea..."

"Quite frankly we don't need two people to fetch supplies. It might be smart to leave one of us here, with the supplies and this journal. Another to the camp. And you potentially to lead them off."

Jenn tilts her head very slightly at Bina - it's a question about whether Bina is willing to trust her or Elizabeth with B12's journal.

She doesn't know Elizabeth, is the problem. "You know the camp better, and the area," she says to Elizabeth. "Jenn's more caught up on - everything - so might understand it better."

Jenn nods (she doesn't necessarily want to be the one doing the reading, but she recognises the trust Bina is placing in her). "I think I'm gonna try and get onto the roof. Better sightlines. And you can yell if you need me?"

"Yeah. You can be my backup."

Jenn smiles back. "Always."

"So. Guess we should do this sooner rather than later?"

"That'd be my suggestion. I'd also like to take the backpack with me - preferably emptied."

Jenn shrugs it off, and sets about emptying it out onto one of the surfaces not finding employment as a barrier. "Finding another would be nice. But that's wishful thinking."

"We might be able to fashion something crude out of curtains, but I wouldn't want to try out in the open."

Jenn nods sharply. "We've got duct tape here if you can supply the curtains."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Appreciate it." She hands over the backpack, and turns back to Bina. "No unnecessary risks, huh?"

"I promise! I'll be extra careful! But I should probably head out first?"

"Don't let them corner you," Jenn adds. "Good luck. Be back here in an hour?"