Lucky Break sat still, her face deep in concentration. When she spoke, her words came slowly, as they always did, though moreso this time. “When you saved me… I had… other things.” She touched her body with her hooves at various points, letting the towel fall to her hooves as she did so. “Clothes… hard clothes in pieces. And… different tiny things.” She made a square shape with one hoof, drawing it in the air. “Lots of these. Metal things. Bag on… my hard clothes. I need them.”