What do you want?

There's a sixteen year old girl scavanging through the bunker kitchen. She's barefoot, with wild hair and wearing a very not this century nightgown. She's a little grubby, as if she's been sleeping somewhere not terribly clean and she's opening packages of food (and cleaner in some cases--really anything she finds in the cabinets), sniffing them and shoving some to the back of the counter while she tastes the others. The things she finds disagreeable (like the gluten-free cereal) gets spit into the sink. The freezer has her transfixed for the moment, as does the still frozen, half-eaten waffle in one hand. She keeps poking at the ice and frozen sides of the freezer, shutting it, then opening it slowly until she sees the light come on and investigating the freezer all over again.

Save her?