Beck looked over what R had snatched, biting his lip as he tried to sort things out. He wasn't used to this whole User-survivor thing anymore. He knew how to survive as a Program, but as a User in an Arena like this? It was a heck of a lot harder. There were too many functions to a User body that needed tending to on a daily basis.

Was this making him uncomfortable? Beck had to wonder, because if this was him, he'd be anxious.

"Here." Beck slid over his own bag, smiling to the corrupted User. "You can look through some of my stuff, if you want."