The father nods. "Well, I doubt it's worth anything anywhere east of here, but we still have some of the Legion's money," he says. "You're welcome to that. And we do have some other supplies that we can spare."

The satchel he has Marian hand over is a nice, hefty bag that makes a disturbingly familiar sound of metal banging against metal.

"There's been a lot of scavvers around here, but they don't know where to look," Marian says. "This place had more to it than they thought."