[ Alright, so like... lots about this place sucks, tensions are on high kinda, but... Max Caulfield isn't about to take it lying down! No, sir! Bright and early, she heads into Stronk to, as the kids say, "get swole." She approaches a bar, she puts her hands on it, she...!

... manages exactly one chin-up before needing to step away. Truly she is a titan of physical fitness. ]

Fucking... come on.

[ Later she's in Spacer's, going through those weird bobblehead-looking guys. ]

I mean... some of you are kind of cute? Like you, Miss Dartwallerton, you're coming with me.

[ ... time to fill space cinnabon with funkos, i guess.

Max can also be found out and about with the digital camera she grabbed for the trial, just kind of... taking pictures of things. Maybe even other people!

There are also selfies. She absolutely takes more than one selfie.

But dinnertime comes eventually, and well. She hasn't looked in soup. yet! ... that was probably a good idea, but here she is, looking at cans of soup. ]

Cream of... ham? Why?