Zoe walked through the rubble of the inn toward the front counter. Leaning nonchalantly on the desk, she glanced around the establishment. It was pretty roughed up by the looks of it. Snagging up a long handled scrub brush, she strolled into the bathhouse. An electric snap slid down the wood of the brush as it came in contact with her palm.
Zoe wanders through the front door. Her sleek leather boots barely make a sound as she enters. "Helloooooooooo?" Her voice sounds almost like a yodel as she looks around the room.