"Random disgusting stuff is better than stuff that seems like a targeted reminder," she disagrees. She returns to the box and picks up the sweatshirt and pants to put away—not in the bottom drawer, but with the rest of her clothes. That leaves the box and the grenades, which she figures will be fine on Matt's bed for now. She moves over to her bed and sits. She doesn't call him over to her right away, instead sitting with her hands folded on the head on the cane, looking a bit pensive.