Kat applaused the boys work lightly, before stepping up and looking into the door.
The windbreakers looked comfortable, but they would have get some camo paint on them-bright yellow was easy to spot, bandits and monsters would come a-snacking. Maybe back in the early days you wore them when you wanted someone to find you...these days, it was the opposite.
She leaned forward and pick up the tiny, snub nosed pistol from the dead mans grip, gently un-clenching the bony fingers and laying them on his chest.
"...I don't really know how to use a gun, but does anyone mind I take this? Seems everyone else has a bigger one than this, anyway."
Then she plucked the compass and map. "And these are for Rain. She's good with maps and navigation and all that. I used to get lost all the time before I met her!"
Finally she took both windbreakers and put them in her pack, as well.