Under the bed.

Well, there aren't many other places to look here. Shuri bends down and reaches out under the bed, squinting as she looks and her arm gropes around the space. Soon enough, her fingers find something cold and metallic, and she pulls it out. It's a hot plate, with three pairs of spoons and forks, two dishes, and one bowl atop it. <i>Only one bowl? God knows why that is. Do they get off on the idea of more than one girl eating from a bowl or something?</i>

Kayo watches her as she plugs the hot plate into an outlet in the corner. "Hungry?"

Shuri scowls as she takes down several cans and the can opener. "Aren't you? This might be the only food we'll get for days."

"Fair enough." Kayo turns to examine the shelf of magazines and books, picking up one of them. If things hadn't gone so spectacularly wrong earlier, Shuri would be tempted to coldly tell her that wasting her time reading wasn't something that'd help her win. But right now, tired as she is, she really can't give a damn about anything other than finally getting to eat something. And frankly, reading anything would be a nice distraction from the brutal reality of the game...not that she'd say that.

Shuri turns on the hot plate and gets to work on the can of spam with the opener. But even with her applying as much pressure as she can manage on the opener, something about it refuses to give. Either she's weak or the producers are out to get them by making all their safe house things useless. Or she's just paranoid. <i>Fucking focus, Shuri, you idiot. Straight-A student, hello?

Yeah, and look where that fucking got me.</i>

She pushes harder on the can opener and it finally cracks the lid open, just as its razor-sharp edge cuts into her hand when it slips. She grabs it instinctively. <i>"Ow! Jesus fucking Christ!"</i>

"What happened?" Kayo's response is immediate, dropping the book and rushing to her side. "Are you o--"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Shuri hisses, even though her hand feels like it's on fire and the blood is dripping from the thin gash across her palm. "Fuck <i>off,</i> I'm alright--"

"No, you aren't." Kayo's tone leaves no room for protest, and Shuri clenches harder at her injured hand, too busy mouthing swear words to retort. "I'll--I'll look for something, maybe there's some medical kit here."

She pulls open a nightstand drawer, then the other, and Shuri hears fumbling behind her before Kayo pops up again, water bottle and roll of gauze in hand. "There's no first-aid kit, but I've got this. Just let me wash it and put it on."