Remy frowned. "Well... I grew up on a farm, but I didn't use tools, myself... I've seen some of this stuff before, but I don't know how to use it. I was more interested in the kitchen. When I ha-- when I came to Paris, I mostly just learned how to use kitchen tools."

It was time to tread carefully; there were only so many questions about his past that Remy could answer without getting into deep water. To cover, he began to examine the shelves and racks.

"What sorts of things have you run into aside from zombies? I came across a guy with a gun once, but I haven't seen any of these monsters that people are always complaining about. If they're real, though, and not just a lot of talk... some of the things here might be useful." He picked up a thin metal bar with a curved, tapered head, and held it up so the other two could see it. "Like this."