"Hey, yeah...not too bad at all." Yang agrees, and that makes her...suspicious. Nothing about this makes sense, and that includes these inviting, warmly-lit and comfortable looking living quarters.

"I don't get it though. Someone had to prepare these rooms, right? The beds are made and everything." She'd tried, but couldn't make anyone out in the cab of the semi-truck at the front of the convoy. "And the shield that fried all the monsters that were left definitely didn't turn itself on, right?"

She sits down on one of the beds in thought. "So where are they?"