"Oh, money. Right. Damn it. We'll definitely need some, because I don't think these places will take my coin. And they definitely won't barter for goods."

Shoes on, she tears into another section of discarded belongings and yanks out a bright yellow satchel shaped like a duck that is going to be big enough for his flute and plenty of money once she locates it.

"If you don't mind me carrying it... Or you can carry it yourself, if you don't mind the duck."