"Oh, uh...sure."

None of this shit has struck Knife as supremely valuable yet, so there's no itchy, crunchy possessiveness to any of it. Yet.

"Here's what I got so far."

They unceremoniously dump the contents of one pillowcase out at her feet: plastic cutlery, first aid kids, another defibrillator, a bottle of some medical solution of some sort, another pillowcase bundled really small into a ball...