Eleanor affords him a very disparaging look in reply, which is greatly exacerbated in the half-light out here. She then leans closer to the pile of gear.

"What's that you say, Bear?"

She picks the toy up and holds its face close to her ear.

"Jamie's an ass-hole? Well, yeah. But he's kinda cute too. And his heart's in the right place. We're gonna keep him for now."

Rolling her eyes and smirking, she flips the bear over and tears open a hidden Velcro strip on his back. From amongst the stuffing she withdraws a few baggies that each contain a small amount of brownish vegetation.

"I wouldn't be dissing him if I were you. His insides are gonna have big barter value in this fucked up world." She shakes one of the baggies illustratively. "Hashish, or cannabis, more commonly known as marijuana. It's an illegal but popular recreational drug with no particularly harmful side-effects. When smoked or eaten it makes most users happy and relaxed."

After all these years Eleanor still has a soft spot for Bear, but who would ever suspect it when his purpose is primarily drug muling.