I'm very many things, but a corpse looter isn't one of them. The backpacks don't belong to anyone. They're a part of the ship.
[Both eyebrows arch and there's a hint of a smirk as she turns to lead the way toward some seats where she knows backpacks are still waiting to be found. She grabs one from beneath a seat, and then a second from the one next to it. The individuals in the seats above them are most definitely deceased, and she spares them a brief sad glance before she moves on.]
Here. Take this. [She tosses one of the backpacks to him.]
No offense, but you don't exactly look like someone who's had to loot a corpse before.
[And clearly she does since she looks so old and hardened by the world.]
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[Both eyebrows arch and there's a hint of a smirk as she turns to lead the way toward some seats where she knows backpacks are still waiting to be found. She grabs one from beneath a seat, and then a second from the one next to it. The individuals in the seats above them are most definitely deceased, and she spares them a brief sad glance before she moves on.]
Here. Take this. [She tosses one of the backpacks to him.]
No offense, but you don't exactly look like someone who's had to loot a corpse before.
[And clearly she does since she looks so old and hardened by the world.]