Most of Jack's trapped kills are too small to have ever been human, or that's what Jack is telling himself. "The grasslands had more vegetables and fruits we could gather, though there seems to be more variety of small animals here," he answers, coming over with the cloak, shaking it out. It's not made of curtains this time, but of something that may have once been a bedsheet. It hangs a little nicer than the curtains, with more weight, and a deeper shade of yellow, plus it's lined so it will be a bit more durable.

"What do you think?" he asks, holding it out to John. "Will it work for you?"