[ Ilsa headtilts. She recognizes scavenging behavior. ]

What do you need, hon? I keep the recycling in the garage. Even if there's no program here, I can't seem to just throw things out. Let me toss this in the compost and see what we can get for you.

[ Ilsa picks up the turning fork from the tool shed and makes quick work of turning the pile, chatting as she finishes up. ]

I haven't seen you around, did you just get here?