[Chrissy watches him try to get the case open, and when it doesn't work she frowns in concern. The backpack she's wearing is slid off enough that she can open and go through it. She finds something pretty quickly that makes her gasp in surprise.]

Look at what I found, Johnnie.

[She pulls out a toolbelt. There's a variety of little tools attached, but one that catches her attention.]

We could've used that hammer on his legs.

[Oh well, maybe next time. She pulls the hammer out and tosses the rest of the tools on the belt aside onto the floor. If Johnnie wants them, he'll pick them up. But Chrissy is focused on taking that hammer and going up to the case.

Thinking it will crack under any amount of pressure, she gently taps the hammer against it. Offense is written all over her face when the hammer recoils without even cracking the stupid case open. Her jaw sets as she tries again, this time harder. It doesn't do anything.]

Oh gosh, this is hard. [She hits harder, and there's a cracking sound. But no crack in the really sturdy glass.] Fuck. [Ugh, this is hurting her hands and her ribs. The hammer is held out to him, so he can go to town with it.]

You smash it. I'm going shopping.

[She's got Kip's backpack. There's souvenirs she wants to steal.]