"Supply drops, mostly," he filled in, taking a bite of his eggs. They'd gone lukewarm in the time since he'd sat down, but they'd been rather bland to begin with. He's not exactly a gourmet cook when it comes to utilizing natural herbs and spices.

"They started dropping these nondescript boxes off for people, addressed to that person. Just a few at first, then more and more. Just like that," Jess snaps his fingers for emphasis, "a box shows up at your door with your name on it. No sign of how it was delivered, just the box. Never been able to catch them at it. Damned if they're not careful."

And Bruce seems like a guy who can follow that thread to the next logical conclusion--the prison wardens in this scenario haven't left the prisoners to rot, they're still watching.