Kallisto had finally come up to it- but she also noticed something in the background. Another car, it seemed like. And though Kalyani thought that zombies couldn't drive, she knew driven-mad people could drive. People looking to stock supplies and escape. People who would, if they were tailing her, would maybe even fight for supplies- though she didn't have much but clothes and hygiene things, and a broomstick. But she'd find out soon enough. It got closer and closer, until finally she saw The Joker Coffee Shop, and pulled in. There was no driveway or parking lot, but instead a graveled rectangle of space big enough for ten or twelve cars in the front. She pulled into the right side, and watched the other car pull up next to her. Her windows were tinted, so it would be hard to see anything as she noted he pulled his window down halfway. She couldn't however get good details on what he looked like. So she turned off her car and opened her door an inch, before sliding one leg out. Then she slowly pushed the door open a little more, and came out, standing, the neon arrow light of the cafe giving her tanned skin a slightly yellow tint. She nodded to the half-opened window, and noticed he looked human.<br/><br/>"Hey, no harm done here kiddo, I'm red-blooded and alive just like you." Kallisto said, nodding to him. She then reached into her car, into the passenger seat and pulled out her duffel bag and shut the door to her car, locking it. Moving to the back, she popped the trunk and took out the backpack, before shutting that too. Moving to the door, she looked inside the dusty red cement building and noticed the main lights were off, only a few fridge and bakery lights on as well as the arrow overhead the place. She noted in her mind this meant two things. No one had breached to the inside, and also that it was closed- and even more so, locked.<br/><br/>Reaching into her backpack she found two things. A mini-flathead screwdriver meant for glasses and minor technological fixes, and a handy tattoo gun. She unhooked the guard on the tattoo gun, and slid the needle edge into the lock, pulling the trigger and pushing the needle deeper. Then she stuck the flathead into the lock and began to jiggle it, twisting lightly. She hadn't broke into anything since she'd broken into her brother's stuff when he would come back from the army so she could see his guns and Iraq pictures. She heard the needle clicking, and soon the door gave, a softer click coming to be as the chime over the door jingled.<br/><br/>Turning back, she held up the tattoo gun into the air and smiled at the other guy, her other hand resting on her bare side with the flathead screwdriver pressed against her skin with the silver tip facing outward.<br/><br/>"It's unlocked, if you'd like to come in for coffee before we continue with this apocalypse business." Kallisto said with a wide, devious grin as she turned her hazel brown hues back into the building and stepped inside, dropping her things on the counter next to the cash register, and looking for the light switch.