When the note was handed out, the outside window suddenly became quiet.
A few women held the note, looking at each other, "We want to exchange for food and water."
The Little Box said gently, "Today this isn't a regular exchange window, we can't directly convert your items into supplies. This note has my signature on it; you can take it to car 27 and find the crew for a regular exchange of supplies."
"Can a little girl like you keep your word?"
An upturned-eyed woman smiled, her eyes full of skepticism.
Immediately, another woman chimed in, "No way, who knows if what you're saying is true? These are new clothes we risked our lives to get from the city, many people died, and you're taking them away with just a note?"
"Exactly, once your vehicle starts up and leaves, what are we supposed to do?"
