She caught it, considered, then started pulling open other lockers, raiding them until she had a full change of clothes. Then she started looking around, wondering where she could go to change.

Why anyone had left such amazing things where they could be stolen she didn't know... but as she looked around she spotted something she had missed in one of the lockers. A small crust of bread. Less than a mouthful, and molded. But still. She picked it up and started carefully rubbing the mold off on her pants.