That's always been the problem with the two of them as a couple, they can both stubborn as hell. Pigheaded even. And she wants to tell him No, we can sit down and talk now like civilized people and have a conversation where he can't just hang up on her or speed away because he needs to get to work. Except, considering the fact that he handed her his (surprisingly heavy) bag and has already begun moving the couch far easily than he has any right to, she knows she's lost this round.

So Clara accepts her defeat and sits on the dusty floor to begin taking inventory of what he managed to grab. There's water, not a lot, but enough that they can probably make it last a couple days if they really stretch it out. A collapsible shovel with a surprisingly heavy metal blade and some scissors, both of which could probably be used as weapons in a pinch. Candles, bleach, some wire, and a fire starting kit that looks like a descendant of the one in their garage.

She glances up and notices that the couch is in place against the door and Alex is examining the locks on the windows.

"I thought I had lost you," Clara says quietly as she examines the scissors. There are other things she knows need to be said, probably on both sides, but that's the first thing that manages to make it out of her mouth.