Hubert straightens up when the other does, giving him an even once-over.

"I certainly do. I also don't know if I have anything to pick that lock with," he'll admit, watching Tom evenly, giving him as neutral a stance as he can, given he's just-- naturally rigid in posture. "Let me take a look."

He might have picked up a thing or two-- his pockets not weighed down as much as full of goodies. If there were no sudden movements from the other, Hubert would pull out a clearly manmade first aid kit. It wasn't put together by him, but he had been given it and perhaps there was a needle or pin somewhere in it... glancing up to Tom the entire time as he opened the kit.