"Where did it come from?"

He asks that before he even moves in closer to open the box, blinking as he lets the lid slide down onto the bed, forgotten as he sees the clothes within.

"How'd you get my things?"

Confused and not even accusatory, just uncertain with things he's been told by others. Even as he moves to brush his hand over the vest, looking up at Vasquez.

"Somehow you got this? For me?"