"Fear not, I've no interest in your belongings, clever weapons and all," Kikyo said with a snort. As though he would be tempted to root through his person! Of course, Kikyo made no promises that he would intervene on Jack's behalf should any passerby come through while he lay prone on the ground.

He'd bandaged the man with reluctance, and sat through his deluded diatribe even more grudgingly. Kikyo's generosity was already depleted for the long haul.