Robin found not much, but what she did find she stuffed into her bag, huffing. "Stupid..." She muttered, grabbing a piece of gum and beginning to chew it, she stepped out of the building nd looked around, finding another store she went to it quickly, forgetting about Dallas as she stepped inside, looking around warily. Seeing nothing she slowly made her way through the broken aisle's and broken halls, looking for food, or... anything.

Dallas found a few things worth keeping, jamming them in his bag. He made his way out after Robin quickly, seeing as she was moving away from him fast. He followed her into the other store, letting out a sigh as he looked around. He tried to look around, a little uncomfortable in the silence.

Robin was loading things into her bag, mostly ammo and some gun cleaner. She sighed, rubbing her face. "Nope. Don't have your daily mental breakdown here." She said, taking a deep breath and turnin around, seeing Dallas she stared. "Jesus. When did you get here???" she asked, confused as hell as to where he appeared from.

Dallas found a few useful things, another knife, since they ere what looked to be a kind of hunting shop. He grabbed a few boxes of shotgun rounds and set them in his bag, his eyebrows furrowing when he overheard her first comment. He frowned slightly and went to speak when she turned and startled herself. "...I've kind of been here the whole time. Because, y'know, we're kind of... walking around a mall. Together. Or so I thought?" He explained in confusion, reaching up to rub at his neck.

Robin blinked and nodded. "Right. Sorry." She said, huffing a bit at her memory loss. She nodded to Dallas and gestured for him to follow her. She started walking, getting to some elevators, she made her way up. Walking along the floors to try and find some place useful. She walked into an electronics store. None of them were working much anymore... but they had good parts. She walked over to a phone and gently snapped it in two up near the top, she then started pulling pieces out and sliding them into her bag.

Dallas huffed and poked her in the spine. "Stop." He ordered, then followed her willingly. He ran a hand through his hair quietly as they moved, completely silent out of wariness. He didn't like places like this- they were too eerie. He glanced around the electronics store in confusion as she entered, unsure of what they could get. He watched her start demolishing a phone and tilted his head, crossing his arms and leaning against a counter. "Whatcha doin, wacko?" He asked curiously, his voice soft.

She looked at him and shrugged. "You can make light or sound bombs with these. They ditract the undead." She muttered, grabbing some more pieces before walking to the back of the store. She punched the keypad and hissed in pain, shaking her hand out she tried the handle and opened it, walking inside of the locked room and breaking into boxes, getting newer pieces of electronics.

Dallas raised his eyebrows at the information, somewhat impressed. "Interesting. So you're a, what, hacker, too?" He teased, following her to the back of the store and blinking in surprise as she just... punched the keypad. "For someone so advanced in their knowledge of technology- advanced enough to make bombs from phones- that seemed brutish. And that's coming from an ex-quarterback." He said quietly, following her in. He was utterly out of his depth in this store, so he simply watched the door quietly.

Robin ignored him as she began searching through boxes. Her knuckles were bleeding, but she didn't really seem to care. She took out a switchblade and opened it, cutting into a box she began rummaging around in it. She pulled out many more phones, she then opened her bag, and slid them all into a certain pouch. She then looked at Dallas as she began walking out.

"Ex quarterback? Huh."

She hummed, before walking out of the electronic shop. Robin looked around before walking over to a standing map. She found the,

marker, and began looking for places around them. She looked at her left arm and pulled out a Sharpie. There was a list on her arm. She crossed out phones. All that was left was rope, wood, another generator, and food.

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"Good talk." Dallas muttered to himself, as she blatantly ignored him. He raised his eyebrows when she spoke, glancing around. "That's what surprised you? What, do I not look like a football player?" He joked, straightening his shoulders so he was broader. He had lost a little bulk in his muscles since the apocalypse, and was leaner, but the majority of his body screamed that he was built for physical activity.

He glanced at her arm and the sharpie, giving a soft scoff of amusement, walking over to her at the gleam of blood. He gently took her hand, turning it over and frowning at her knuckles. "You're bleeding." He muttered, glancing at her with concern.