[quote]'Miss Hattie, was it?' she asked the older woman. 'Um, I think I would like to borrow some of those gloves and scarves, if that's okay.'[/quote]
"Of course, sweetheart.  Lemme just grab some out of the truck."

Hattie stomps over to a battered but serviceable pickup truck.  The old red paint carries over to a faded cap, inside of which are visible several dog cages.  Hattie rifles through a canvas bag of clothing and comes out with a bundle of scarves and gloves.

"Here we go.  You're a small thing, just like me, so I think I can fit you just right.  Here's a scarf ..."

It's obviously hand-knit, silver and bright blue, a mixture of wool, synthetic fibers and dog hair.  

"... had someone on Etsy order a Ravenclaw scarf for their daughter, but she switched to Gryffindor right at the end.  Kids.  Here's a pair of gloves ..."

Deerskin - literal deer hide - gloves, hand-stitched.

"Made these for myself as a project, ended up never using them.  They're lined with thinsulate, but at my age you need a bit more than that."

She passes them over and turns towards the man with the walkie talkie.

"Alright, Jake, we're here.  What are our marching orders this time?"