When she pointed out where her key was, Jack strode over to it and scooped up the nearly non-existent thing. Which only looked more non-existent in his hands. Only reaching two fingers into the little bag once he had loosened the strings a tad, he pulled out the thin card. For a moment he was not sure what to do with the rest of the pouch.
Because, obviously, he was not going to just put it back down on the ground. Where it was bound to be stepped on. By him. Putting something small and breakable in his path was just asking for trouble. It was one of the reasons his family had always had big dogs, not half-cats like mini poodles and yorkies.
Instead he walked back over to Eve to hand her the pouch, not missing her near shivering. "Okay, I'll try not to get lost," he joked lightly. "If I do I'll just have to track someone down to point me to 1055." The repetition of the name was not meaningless, but just a memory device so that he would not forget. He looked over at his things again, before looking back at Eve. "Here," he turned, bent and rummaged for a second before pulling out a worn cotton tee and a pair of boxers that he occasionally slept in.
"It's better than," he resisted the urge to swallow hard. "nothing for right now."