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She spotted it a moment after he waved vaguely at it, a dilapidated sign above the door proclaiming it as an "OUTDOORS DEPO." for all to see. There was a large display window below it as well, but it was near impossible to see through, the glass cracked and covered with grime an inch thick. Nocht bounded forwards, towards the door, sporting an excited smile, forgetting about her way-ward colleagues. At first the door resisted, so she put her shoulder into it and shoved, grinning triumphantly when it gave under the force of her sailing-borne muscle, creaking open, inch-by-inch. Once it was open enough to permit her entry she slipping inside, her eyes quickly adjusting to the gloom. What little light filtered in through the window was aided in illuminating the shelves and aisles full of tents, bows, fishing-rods and other various camping or hunting paraphernalia by a hole in the roof, where a skylight had caved in. There was creeping damp, but on the whole most of the good were unharmed. She set herself the task of rummaging through a bin holding fishing-rods, testing them and sorting through them until she found once which satisfied. She turned to smile at Valentine gratefully. "Thanks, if it weren't for you I'd've been wandering around for only God knows how long. Anything in particular you wanna pick up while you're here?" She asked, sweeping her arm out in a gesture which encompassed the whole of the store, offering it to the dark male.