The generator hums from the outside, powering the lights giving you a view of your new place. The amenities are simple: a large wooden table, presumably for planning, an induction cooker, and a large wooden bed! The wooden floor creaks as Agent Winter steps further inside, pulling out her radio and turning the dials to find a frequency. It seems that getting nothing but white noise sets off the normally stoic tiger, as the radio gets launched into a nearby wall, shattering like glass. "A botched mission, no signal because of the fucking jammers these little shits set up, and I have to share a bed with a FUCKING IDIOT," She yells, her claws bared and tails thrashing like mad. She then turns to you, looking like she's about to skin you alive right now, before her training finally kicks in. Her claws slowly retract back into her fingers, the scowl still lingering. "We're staying here until the heat dies down," She instructs, taking her pistol out of her holster to unload and clear.