I could... I'll probably take a few things, just in case, but some of this stuff...

[ he hopes that he won't have to conduct surgery, need the scalpels and pliers. but he looks at the other tools and hates them, each and every one, and hates the energy of this place.

but the energy doesn't hide the emotions that roil through the room off of camille, and he looks her way - watches her movements. he's not sure what she takes, but alfyn is certain that she has something.

concern bubbles, but nothing that boils over. instead, he reaches out to take her other hand, giving it a squeeze as he offers her a smile. ]

Maybe we should head outta here and check somewhere else for a bit.