I sure hope they're dried fruit. [ And not... anything unsavory, shall we say. ]

It might be that these houses closer to the camp have already been picked clean of anything actually useful. God knows how many people have already poked around in here.

[ It's an idle comment as she glances about again, nothing even remotely promising jumping out at her. Not that she'd see it properly, in any case. But at least she has pleasant company. ]

So, it sounds to me like there's a good story behind all that. The many trial and error, I mean.

[ She's curious, and that "one person" thing sounds a little too familiar. ]