Sam really only needed a minute; she wanted to change her shirt, brush her hair, and find her shoes, one of which had been kicked under the bed. She did all these with quick efficency, and went over the few feet to Jack's hut.

"Okay, let's--" She stopped when she saw what he was doing. She recognized both the box and the handwriting on the lid, and knelt down beside him. He'd seen the list; she knew what he'd be looking for.