"That seems obvious but you didn't exactly answer my ques... ah whatever," Coco sighed, realizing how futile getting answers from a p-fixed bimbo - however mundane - was likely impossible. "Now where should we go..."<br/><br/>Coco wracked her brain, and figured a good place was... north of her place of living along the border; much like her home, there was plenty of bombed-out real-estate, just had to find a place to keep the sluts at until someone reached out or came looking. She actually had a particular house in mind now that she thought of it, could probably cuff the one to some exposed piping or something (if it hadn't been scavenged yet)...