Vesper glanced at the panic-prone blonde. He looked through his gear pouches. A small paper bag came to hand. He dumped the stuff inside the bag back into his pouch.

Then he held the possibly too fragile bag out to her. Maybe it could be her mystical totem to remember to breathe.

"If you need somezing mystical, I cannot help much," he told the brunette in charge. "But I can offer mobility to get ze people like ze swordswoman around."

He really needed to fix his modulator. He was tired of sounding like Pepe LePew.