Eggsy shoves the books and clothing back into the box in no particular order, pausing to glance up. He shrugs, a brow raised. This wasn't the crasiest thing to ever happen to him, but it was kind of random.

"Don't know where this shit comes from, yeah? Cause I didn't request it, but my name's on the box."

He's gotten some good, interesting stuff in the mail before, but this was definitely the most unusual. "Lookin' for somethin' to read?"