As it happened, Sam had just gotten back after yet another fucking useless aimless walk. She was getting to be pretty good at taking those. It didn't do much for her patience or her mood, but damn, at least she was getting good exercise. Her legs looked great.

Not that there was anyone to appreciate them, of course.

This time, she'd done a little scavenging, including picking up a random shirt. Not her style, really. But she'd figured she might be able to cut it up in some artful way to make it wearable.

Of course, that was the farthest thing from her mind when she heard the knock and the...really fucking weird shouting from Major.

Closing her notebook with a snap, she got up from her bed and walked to the door. She didn't open it, but she put a hand on it, leaning up to the crack in the doorframe. "That better not be your polite way of accusing me of robbing you," she said. "Because I have a lot of problems, but being a klepto isn't one of them."

The word was 'scavenger.'