Cyan, being one of the youngest of the group, tended to remind Robyn of her own daughter. Not because he was feminine or anything, for she had been quite masculine herself. Instead, just his personality made her think of the young girl. They were quite similar in age, she realized. She noticed this after firing off her list. Cyan's expression of dismay looked almost similar to Hero's. How many times had she given Robyn the same expression in response to their discussions about college? Robyn couldn't help but frown subtly herself. Perhaps that was too much to ask of anyone. Plus, wouldn't others be out and about looking for similar belongings?
She peered over his paper to watch him write. The pages in the pad were dirty, smudged with graphite from continual use. As he added "NOTEPADS + PENS", she smiled. Those shouldn't be too hard to find. How many people actually needed them in the post-apocalyptic world? Her suggestion was met with enthusiasm, and she met it with a broad smile of her own. At least she felt she was contributing to the group this way. While she waited for him to return, Robyn walked around to the driver's side of Nate's Jeep Wrangler and unlocked it via the keyless entry. Nathan kept his keys inside the car, under the passenger floor mat. It was predictable and not very well thought out. He was a smart man, but not a genius. Regardless, Robyn knew he wouldn't mind her taking the car. As she turned the keys in the ignition, the car purred to life. The "leader" let the car warm up for a bit as she returned to her starting position where Cyan was ready to salute her playfully. She did the same, though she might have felt more awkward doing so in front of Nate or William. But, around Cyan, she felt like she could relax much more.
"Ready to move out, kiddo?" she asked, pointing to the Jeep over her shoulder. She didn't bother to wait for a response because she didn't want him to have to pull out his notepad again. Instead, she moved to her side of the car and got in while Cyan did the same. Soon enough, they were driving along the road in the still frigid car back toward a town she remembered passing a while back the day before. "Would you rather I wait here while you grab the things?" Robyn tucked a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun behind her ear. As she waited for Cyan to write up a response, she pulled the car into a parking spot outside of a small pharmacy. Along the streets, a few zombies shuffled. However, it didn't seem like they posed much of a problem. She just prayed they wouldn't run into any large hoards. Sure, she could use a gun...relatively well. If they were cornered, she'd be as good as dead.