Natasha returned from her foray into the tunnels wearing a hip holster and boots with her pajamas and carrying a leather satchel with a label reading PUPPET. People could read into that what they wanted, she didn't care.

"Here," she said to whoever was around, tossing the satchel into the middle of the floor. "It's mostly socks, but there are a few other handwavey things in there. Take whatever you want."