"Two whole shirts," Nancy jokes across the partition, as she relents, takes the tunic from him. "Wow."

Does it get easier, she wants to ask. Where do they get clothes and will it always feel like an undertaking to navigate the process of bartering for them? Are there weapons and where can they find them?

Is there something in control here, and does it want to see them hurt?

Nancy holds all these questions in her mind as she turns her back to the partition, lets the robe fall to the floor.

"Thank you," she tells him instead, muffled and then clear as she tugs the fabric over her head.