We all know that the first thing to do when the apocalypse happens is to bolt every random object you can to your leather onsie.
Zidia follows them into the bar, and give a short look around. Seeing the state of the place, she curls her fingers up and try's not to touch anything.
"Lets see what we made here, quickly."
(the girly hatred of dirt is a me trait, not exclusively a her trait.)