FELICIA WOULD FLIP A TABLE IF HER PLACE GOT TRASHED. Which naturally means I'm offering her up for potential victimhood.
She's got plenty of interest gadgetry-speaking in her room, since she's been tinkering with everything she's been able to get her hands on and building new things out of it: there are wires and electrical bits from her dismantled smoke detector, and some parts she took from one of the prison robots on 4th wall day, along with other paraphernalia she's liberated from the Education Center. Ironically, she's been putting together a computerized keypad lock for her door, which is lying in plain sight halfway finished. INSULT TO INJURY. There are tools, as well: screwdrivers of different sizes, pliers, wire-cutters, etc.
As for food, she hasn't discovered the wonders of the convenience store yet, so all she's got are a few ration bars that arrived in her pockets. They look like Hershey bar-sized briquettes of pressed sawdust and taste about the same. Like sawdust, that is, not delicious American chocolate candy (although some people would argue that there is no difference).
Her extra clothes arrived the morning of prom, and are still laid out on the bed, but they won't fit him... although several pieces are trimmed in ornate and valuable-looking embroidery. Then again, since Marina doesn't use money, that might not matter.
Her other valuables include all the stuff in her Welcome Basket (minus the food, which is long gone), a few small religious icon statues made of different kinds of metal, a brass incense burner, some incense, and an assortment of recently handmade prayer slips. Helix would probably think most of that stuff's junk, but on the desk there's also this: a hand-written copy (by her) of a 70-ish-page report first written by Ciaphas Cain over the course of two months, containing a general overview of the nature of Marina and the different cultures and species represented by the inmates. Very valuable, in a different sense...