[He nods, and starts emptying his bag. Salvaged tools. Scraps of metal, random data chips, a few cracked tablets. Cell phones of all models and ages in different stages of refurbishment. Some foodstuff too: meat dried into strips of jerky and wrapped in cloth for long travel, canned foods stolen from the ship the Doctor had stolen from the cultists, some freshly made and wrapped sandwiches with peanut butter, marmalade, and granola. There's a few bars of soap and other self-hygene products, along with some slightly rumpled clothes in the same style as the jacket he wears.
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[He nods, and starts emptying his bag. Salvaged tools. Scraps of metal, random data chips, a few cracked tablets. Cell phones of all models and ages in different stages of refurbishment. Some foodstuff too: meat dried into strips of jerky and wrapped in cloth for long travel, canned foods stolen from the ship the Doctor had stolen from the cultists, some freshly made and wrapped sandwiches with peanut butter, marmalade, and granola. There's a few bars of soap and other self-hygene products, along with some slightly rumpled clothes in the same style as the jacket he wears.
It's certainly an odd assortment.]
Like I said, it's not much...