[On the counter, Ginger begins to search for anything to use, stepping around the drink spillages and bottles, powering through the acrid stench of alcohol.
The tools available are both largely unfamiliar to her and seemingly useless. She picks up a corkscrew, which looks like it could be useful at least.
She holds it, unable to pick up much else, and watches as Zhu Li tests the glass further down the bus.]
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The tools available are both largely unfamiliar to her and seemingly useless. She picks up a corkscrew, which looks like it could be useful at least.
She holds it, unable to pick up much else, and watches as Zhu Li tests the glass further down the bus.]