Harmonly (just as smug) pulls a gas mask, and tech googles, out of her pocket.

She presses a button on the side, which lights up a display. The gogles were like the kind sometimes used in the army, and the displayed time, geographic coordinates, and other valuable resources. "It's 4:25. Where are they? I thought they were coming at 4:30." Harmony said. She opens a tiny hatch she had cut in the lid, then sticks out an expensive periscope. "Not here."