She looks like she's about Mom's age, maybe a little younger. In the reflected glow of the flashlight, she's all harsh angles, with a serious face - but Beth can see enough that she bets the woman is pretty when mannequins aren't trying to kill them all.

"How's it going?" Maybe they had the same idea, to see if there's water in with all the shiny appliances. If so, Beth's not moving an inch until she has to. She's thirsty as hell, and she wouldn't know how to do any of this - in the woman's place, she'd be sawing the rubber hose open with her knife.