A wooden pencil box protruded from Helen's many-pocketed artists tote bag. Except for the old maps and the 3/1/4 disk, if, when he unlocked the gate, Trock looked at the scan of her tote, there was nothing in it that could not be easily explained. A bottle of drinking water would not be unusual. Bread and cheese were an expected lunch. The sweater might be needed in the uncertain Taraclaver afternoon weather. The rolled up blanket was not obvious underneath the sweater. In an inside pocket, folded maps were overlaid with landscape sketches. If necessary, the unlabeled antique disk could be explained as a makeshift tool for drawing straight-edged objects.