As Claude continued digging through his things, Lloyd didn't have any problems with tucking into dinner while tossing more questions at him. That was probably just as well, though. To be honest, Claude would have been worried if he hadn't asked anything else.

"It depends on the monster," he admitted. "Some of them are kind of like mutated animals, and some of them seem more like demons than anything from this world. Normally, a lot of them wouldn't be so tough, but most of us don't have our full strength or our regular weapons. Defending yourself might be a lot harder than you're used to."

Finally, he spotted something that might be of use. Furrowing his eyebrows, Claude pulled what appeared to be a fixed-blade knife and a small sheath out from the bottom of his box. This looked like it had belonged to Firo, he thought with a heavy heart. Part of him felt bad just handing something like this over to someone neither of them knew, but something about Lloyd put Claude at ease. He was sure Firo wouldn't have wanted a perfectly good weapon to gather dust, either.

With that decided, Claude rose from where he was crouched and placed the blade on Lloyd's desk. "It's not much, but you can use this until you manage to find something better," he offered. "Just try not to take on anything by yourself, okay?"