"Whoever, whatever. They all came from the same place, seems like. Not somethin' you go into blind."

She laughs, a bark of a thing, and finally tears free a chunk of scrap, which she drops between her thighs. She'll eat that later.

"I made it three years without that paperclip and lighter shit, and this ain't prison. Think I'll be alright, at least. It ain't bad to have someone else at your back, even if you can look out for yourself. 'least, that's what I figure."