Dale tried to help her put them away, but the language barrier was simply too much, and he could tell he was slowing her down. He'd selected a stuffed burlap sack that had a paper label tied on the neck and held it up for her to see; she'd pointed over to one of the cupboards. He watched her as he put it on each shelf, and each time she'd shaken her head, until she finally came over and pulled a scratched metal cylinder out of the cupboard, untied the knot with practiced ease, and emptied the bag into the container. The whole cupboard was filled with various storage containers, and Dale realized that she wanted any dry goods in them—probably to keep rodents away. They provided no hints as what they were meant to contain; the few which had writing on them were completely incomprehensible.