"Yeah, sure," says Karkat and he yanks open the drawer nearest to him. This one's full of assorted junk, mostly near-useless shit like bag ties, although there's a half-filled box of matches that should definitely come in handy. Another drawer nets him a cylinder opening device and a third gets him a carving knife, like he'd use to cut up the meat of any large beast Crabdad had brought home.

Not a bad start.