Alice tipped her head, "Just as much of a possibility. Perhaps we'll find out eventually," mysteries of a world to unlock, and watch it grow in a way. Would it shape itself, rearrange, because it was so suddenly filled with people? Time would tell.

It took a little work, but she did get the rusted lock open to where she could unfasten the buckle and open the flap. Careful as a hand slipped inside and pulled out- fabric. Like a blanket of sorts. Laying it out would uncover it was wrapped around various tools and a small locked box.

She leaned over as she set the then empty satchel down and picked up an old corked glass bottle. Liquid swirling inside of it, "How peculiar. Some of that looks like it was meant to sharpen a blade and... clean a gun?" There were other pieces she couldn't identify, of course.