He just nods, at that. He doesn't want to think about it right now. He won't. There's already too much to think about.

He watches quietly as she analyzes the terrain, following her into the weapons display. He doesn't know anything about this kind of thing. When she brings up knives, though, he takes a look around - until he finds a case of daggers, the glass already smashed open, several of the knives inside missing.

"There's some over here," he calls. "It's already open, so you don't need to risk cutting yourself on the glass."