"No," Beth says, her gaze flicking toward him. "No, we've got shops and stuff like that, but nothin' from home." And that isn't entirely true, but she doesn't think she can get into the explanation about how some things from home do show up, but they're usually not very nice. She doesn't know if he'd want to hear about her father's head and how it had been on that bench, dead and sightless, trying everything it could just to get to her, just to bite her.

But he asks that, if he can get supplies from home, and she's thinking about whatever it is she's just injected into him. It's something he needs, something that isn't here.

Beth doesn't want to think too long on what that might mean.