Her brow arches slightly as she lists, "Weapons, clothes, random boxes filled with literal crap. I got a cool toolbox and this bad boy." She fingers her red bomber jacket, clean as a whistle. Despite it being something rather suspicious to her, Raven wears it with the same comfort she had her own jacket.

The shade's just a little different, but she can still trick herself into thinking it's her very own.

"But there's never a 'You're Welcome' note attached or explanation." As one should and would expect. Raven's still a little disappointed by it. At least the Mountain Men seemed hospitable at first, even if she's glad they all died a painful and choking death at the end, "A tip? Don't expect one. This place is shit at delivering on either of those."