She snatched her satchel and dug out Linda and Traci's numbers.
Claire tucked the satchel into the saddlebags.
She guided the crying woman inside to her library and dug through the small satchel near her favorite chair.
She sat on the bed, placing her small satchel of belongings on the nightstand.
"True," he replied; "and in my satchel are other useful things to fight with."