I shrugged as I slid a hand into my jeans pocket. “No idea. I hope so, what they’ve given us isn’t exactly hospitable.” I said wrapping my hand around the postcard I’d grabbed earlier. It wasn’t much, and I don’t know why I even wanted it when they were always the same thing. Nothing special or heartfelt, just the same message, and I was bound to get fifty more exactly the same. “At least we’re given clothes. More than one set as well.”