Anita hopped out of the front seat and stretched as she looked around "Nothing for miles" she muttered to herself. Coming from the outskirts of a small town in the British Colombia province, she can't say she missed it. Small towns means the same people, the same places, and the same events day in and day out, to say small towns were boring was putting it mildly. This place was different, for starters, it was smaller than the other towns she had been in, even her own. Anita wandered around to the side of the truck where the others were while they waited on Vincent [color=0054a6]"Welp, if you gotta go, now's the time. I'm gonna see what I can do about scoring a shower, while vincent gets someone to look at the truck"[/color] She took a whiff of the clothing she had on after mentioning getting clean and was met with an unpleasant stentch [color=0054a6]"Ugh, I'll see about finding a laundromat too"[/color] 

She took in the sights around the gas station and was greeted with a few small businesses, a school, police station, and some other places before she was struck with a familiar feeling. Her stomach growled loud enough to where it could be heard [color=0054a6]"Okay, maybe cleaning can wait, I'm gonna go see about that diner"[/color]