In the lawn and garden section, Dinah starts ripping the protective plastic bags from a short stack of vinyl-woven patio furniture cushions, their pattern a festive patina green and creamsicle orange.  "Martha Steward wouldn't approve of these prints, I think--" she says over to Marcus, lifting one of the cushions with a showgirl-style pose, hand on hip, doing her best 'Price-is-Right' demonstration.  "And you've won this fabulous hunk of shit patio chair!"  she says, grinning with even white teeth-- teeth that only had the braces removed four years earlier.  "At least I've got my sleeping bag," she says, then suddenly panics-- "oh, fuck, my stuff--" before remembering, suddenly, "--ok-- never mind... it's here.  It's here right?" she asks with eyes a litle too wide.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she turns back to the patio cushions rapidly, trying to hide her earlier panic.  "Fuck, I think I'm losing it."  She shivers once, then shakes her head rapidly.  "Christ almighty..."  hoisting up a double-armload, she grins over to Marcus.  "They ain't much, but they're free, right?"  She sighs heavily, heading back toward the appointed campsite, and starts tossing them up to Jake, when there's a clap of thunder-- the sound, in their metal-sided building, is a bit like a bowling ball falling into a rainbarrel.<br/><br/>"Rain?"  She nods.  "Oh, thank god.  Let's set some buckets under the skylight--"  she rushes to work on that, letting her flashlight lead the way.  "I passed some plastic buckets over this way-- hah!"  There's a rattle of hollow plastic, and with her arm slung through the handles of four, she makes for the room.  "Call me if you need anything--"<br/><br/>She clambors out to where Kristie's sitting with the buckets rattling, already scanning the sky-- "Hey, um-- things okay out here..?"  She speaks in a half-whisper, just in case... by the moonless sky, she hasn't yet seen Kristie's face, isn't aware of her emotional state, but her own voice betrays the hint of nervousness she has at approaching the Marine.  "Just... putting up some buckets..."