She looks down at it, as if she hadn't brought attention to it in the first place. The only person who's ever loved the jacket she wishes she had has always been Raven Reyes.

"Yeah," she says, looking up at him. "This isn't it. I don't know why I got it, but I did. It's not as good as the real thing, but it'll do." If she could ask for anything and have it delivered to her, no questions asked, it'd be her freedom. Her leg to be permanently healed and herself out of this town, but Raven knows that such miracles weren't made for people like her.

She shrugs her shoulders and smiles, "Sometimes this place isn't all that bad." But it's clear Raven doesn't believe in that wholeheartedly.