"It sounds like the last thing this place needs right now is a sudden influx of newcomers," she said. She considered a moment, then put down her suitcase, opened it, and took out the tin of ginger nut biscuits that had somehow arrived with her (which, like her jar of instant coffee, was at least a foodstuff she made a regular habit of carrying with her, unlike the bag of frozen chicken nuggets that still bemused her). "Here, have one," she said, opening the tin. "Obviously I'll need to ration them but—you look like you could use one."