Jessica began doing a mental headcount to see if she'd be spending more than she had to buying a tent to accommodate 15 people. She eventually gave up and said, "Just however many will fit without making making everyone feel like they're packed in like sardines, I suppose." I have no idea how many people are going to actually come along, so I might as well be safe. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out one of the credit cards she had taken from the brothel and set it down on the counter.