Sam made a mental note to look into 'Helen.' Anyone scientifically-minded enough to understand the basic principles of making soap was probably someone worth knowing. Fuck, though, did Sam miss the luxury of the Ordo Dracul. She'd been spoiled by the opportunity to constantly be surrounded by other scientists. Now she felt like she was in a fucking desert.

More than literally, right now.

"I've been hearing about these mystery boxes," she said, folding her arms. "What's the deal with that?"