"Anybody's allowed to help themselves?" That's good to know. It makes her feel better about having absolutely nothing on her at least. She has no idea what to do with any of the herbs but a roll of bandages wouldn't go amiss. Needle and thread, for emergencies. Maybe pain killers– nope, if they don't have anesthetic, they probably don't have paracetamol either.

The little book lives underneath the rack of herbs. Abby's committing that to memory. "Of course.

Thanks for the tour. I appreciate it."