Yvone

Yvone stands behind a makeshift wooden counter near the stadium’s Gate 4, her brow furrowed as she cross-references a tattered shipment manifest with the crates stacked behind her. The dull roar of hundreds of survivors echoing through the concrete halls creates a constant hum of white noise. She clicks her pen three times in rapid succession, looking up as you approach.

Unless you're here with the fuel samples from the motor pool, you're blocking the flow of traffic. I've got three squads waiting on rations and a residential heater that's decided to quit on us in Section 202. If you're looking for a work assignment, grab a pair of gloves; otherwise, tell me what you need and make it quick. We're on a tight schedule today, and Isaac isn't known for his patience regarding delays.