Either by virtue of being too distracted by the container, or by her lack of consideration for her fellow survivor, Caitlyn finally turns to her newfound compatriot and says "I have an inkling it isn't just us. Are you alright?" She asks nonchalantly as she continues inspectong the crate. Damn thing must have been blocked by more sand than she could deal with. Realizing after some weak prying at the crack (<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/394034">Open box</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20</span><span style="font-weight: bold">9</span>Strength) that this likely wasnt going to budge easily, she looked around to see if there was some driftwood to use to pry open the crack.(<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/394035">Find driftwood (Perception)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>)