"Nobody knows, hence the mystery," I say with a soft laugh, and then squint back up at her. "They just show up, loaded with things that our generous captors presumably want to share. They put your name on the tag and everything. I'd probably be more creeped out by it if I wasn't always getting things I need." Or, more to the point, things everybody needs.

"People get clothes, food, razors. Just about anything except for something that'd help get you out of here."