"The head keeps what the heart weeps." Eight shook her head. It was the start of a poem, but she didn't have the full thing formed in mind. Instead she pokes her hand inside the bag, pulling out an extra addition that she placed on top: a bottle of water held fast with a cork top. She lowered it just in sight of Rich and held it there for him to take or dismiss as he saw fit.

As for the bag, it was extended to Galo to do with what he wanted to. She was content to play the supportive role here.