Let Alisha console the woman while you check the store shelves.
From Create Your Own Story
Alisha holds Sam tight and lets her cry for a bit while you dig around in the boxes. They don't say much to each other, and you wordlessly move from box to box. There's a lot of gadgetry that will do you absolutely no good; cell phones, circuit boards, wiring, headphones. Eventually, you come across a shelf labeled "batteries," and feel suddenly like it's Christmas. You dig through the box and fill your pack with enough batteries to keep your flashlight running for months, and toss in a few other sizes for good measure, just in case you run across anything else later.
By the time you've finished and head back to the women, Sam is fast asleep, curled up on the floor, and Alisha is sitting quietly, smoking a cigarette. As you take a seat near them, she offers her pack in your direction. You decline, and she tucks it into a pocket on he hip of her dress.
"So what now?" She asks. "We sit here for awhile and wait?"
"We rest," you say. "Try to get a little sleep. Hopefully stay safe until the sun comes up, so we can at least see what we're up against out there."
"I'm sorry for yelling back there," Alisha says, eyes fluttering to the floor. "I fucked up."
"We're alright though," you say, giving her a smile. "That's all that matters."
"I guess," she says quietly.
