His haggard face relaxes then, turning his attention to the item he holds. He hadn't really thought of it as deserving of gratitude. He just wanted people to survive. To get loose out of bad situations. To be free.

He latches it onto one of the straps inside of his coat and pats it. "I'll take care of it. It means a lot to me. Could help a lot out on missions, too, if'n we lose anyone."

For a guy made for murder, and doesn't even mind that he was, he does want to save a lot of people.