Nisha's taste in clothing is nothing Jack would approve of for his little girl - but then Jack was full of double standards. Eventually, in his digging, he'd pulled out things that would be useful: an expensive set of high top cowboy boots, a little big for her, but sturdy.

"Why don't you bring them here? It's got to be better than a bus for a little while, right?" She fiddles with a shirt he's heaped onto the bed - purple. It had been Nisha's favourite colour, Jack had told her once.

Whilst he digs around in the room, she tugs on a set of jeans off the top of a pile under the dress. They fit, at least, so there's that. Then she starts looking for a shirt she likes. "I mean, Jack was greedy, he stockpiled... a lot. Any time there was someone he didn't like.... he'd just kill them and take it from himself."