"Huh!" Koumyou, as before, is highly tolerant of the fussing, and offers up each hand in turn. "That does sound terribly useful. I've had a bit of an adventure just trying to keep this backpack's contents dry."

Spare clothes and all, which he's currently wearing. The set he'd had on during the day is draped over something inside the lean-to, but near the fire, to hopefully dry out by the time he's ready to move on again.

"Perhaps after I buy my uniform back. Ah, and cigarettes."

Lots of cigarettes. He's not the chain-smoker his son grows up to be, but not having any to smoke this whole time -- while out kicking ass, no less! -- is making him want to hoard plenty of tobacco at his first opportunity.