Yeah, uh, same. Or I'd have raided Jack's old bank account already. His password was "usexything69420."

[ She looks critically at Church for a second, assessing his squishiness, then sighs. Probably best not to potentially get him put on any hitlists. Yet. Which means - ]

Okay, start looking through these boxes. Sometimes there's money in them, loo-- oh. Med hypo.

[ TRASH. Time to open more boxes. GOOD THING THERE ARE SO MANY. ALL OVER THE PLACE. POTENTIALLY CARRYING TENS OF DOLLARYDOOS EACH. ]