Location is everything... or so people probably thought back before this world did its best to end. Wynonna shoulders open the front door of the third cabin they've looked at today, and coughs as a rain of dust showers down over her, stumbling slightly as the door gives way in a sudden lurch. "What're we gonna do if we even manage to find a decent spot? Build a bar?"

Well, maybe they can get one of the handier Interlopers to help them out with it. She looks around at the room, waving away dust motes, and lifts her eyebrows. "This one isn't bad."

Whoever lived here had gone all in on the 'open floor' concept, and the front room is a large, mostly empty space broken up by a large fireplace. "Kind of 'old-style' pub vibes."