Caitlin grins at that. "I happen to completely agree with you," she says. In her experience, all the raw, natural skill in the world is never enough to beat someone with the right kind of knowledge. Brawn is only so useful without brains to back it up.

"I guess we'll just have to make due with what we've got." Her flashlight is still sweeping the ground ahead of them as they walk and she looks back over at him with a little facial shrug that suggests she hopes he's right, but if she's being honest, she's not actually sure. "Here's hoping. I so didn't sign up for that today."

To his question, Caitlin's brow creases slightly. "Well...crazy is a pretty strong word for it, but yeah, it would be weird if it wasn't in plain view. It's a shelter, not a secret clubhouse…" Her voice trails off as she says so, though, because so far...she isn't seeing anything and that's not exactly reassuring. "It should be close-ish and pretty easily identifiable...every other storm cellar I've ever seen was, anyway…"