The place was just like all the others they'd found, games leaning on each other for support, threatening to crash down to the cracked tiles like dead, electric dominoes. That didn't stop the excitement at the prospect of finding an Angel Knives machine that worked (or any of the consoles, really, since none of them seem to have any juice left).

"Man..." Ellie puffed out a frustrated exhale, rising up from where she'd been examining a handful of power cords; they were all cut and fraying, unquestionably safety hazards to try and plug into an outlet that might not be powered up, anyway.

Pair of rubber gloves might help. Just as she considered it, though, Joel's perpetually-wary voice carried through the silence. Immediately she perked up, abandoning the potential of electrocution (and Galaga, maybe) to make her way over to the machine.

There it was! Ellie didn't consider them to be lucky people, not after... well, everything, but what were the odds they'd come across two of them during their cross-country misadventure? What're the odds we get one that works, more like...

"Yeah, that's it," she agreed, examining it from all sides, running a hand along the grooves of the console. "Hey--"

She wrinkled her nose as she stared at the back, following the trail of the power cable.

"There isn't even an outlet near it," she pointed out, now frowning, but obstinate. "D'you think we could find an extension cord? It could still work."

'Could' being the word of significance.