Brayden nodded slowly, clutching her crowbar and returning the keys to her pocket. "A-Alright..." She muttered as she pulled a large burlap sack from her shirt, which she carried on her back under it. The sack was a boon when that litytle red wagon of hers was too full. It was also lighteight and compact when not being used. "I h-have a b-bag to use..."