"Oh, well yeah shit if toys an' stuff are the alternatives I guess I'd want that too. Or a fur coat or somethin', wearin' a dead animal's always nice and warm."

She manages to get one string free and after spinning around for a second to look around, she chooses a spot, drags her chair over to it, climbs onto it and begins trying to attach it to the ceiling using a roll of tape she had found in the box too (is that even what it was for? whatever). It's also a bit impressive how she's not losing her blanket, girl's got that thing wrapped like a damn pro apparently.

"Fuck that sounds good." All food sounded good to her really, but big spreads were just that much better. "Still ain't much of a fancy ass cook but fuck it, I should give somethin' like that a go. Get out there killin' some stuff again at least."