[Dixon's turned one of the storerooms upside down digging through it looking for alcohol or cigarettes. Ostensibly he's supposed to be scavenging for food for the group, but that's absolutely not his intent, and when he finally admits to himself he's coming up empty-handed, he chucks a ladle against the wall so hard it shatters.]
Fuckin-!
[He jumps at the sudden sound, almost tripping as he twists around to see Monika in the hallway.
He's certainly not busy, and the alternative is to keep throwing things at the wall, and at the moment he feels too beat even for that. So he shrugs, as if he didn't just throw something against the wall hard enough to break it.]
[volunteer]
Fuckin-!
[He jumps at the sudden sound, almost tripping as he twists around to see Monika in the hallway.
He's certainly not busy, and the alternative is to keep throwing things at the wall, and at the moment he feels too beat even for that. So he shrugs, as if he didn't just throw something against the wall hard enough to break it.]
Huh? Sure. Alright. What do you need?