"Let me know if there's anything I can do." Rey ought to know that offer is always on the table, but it's worth reiterating in case she forgot it in her weeks of intoxication. Despite that she might have to go to the gods as a last resort, the corner of Nick's mouth quirks upward at Rey's insistence that this is necessary. She's said the same thing about the parts she's gotten for him in the past, noted how he was worth the trouble. She's got a good heart, as always. If only she could see that.

His smile is brief, fading as he remembers something himself. "Speaking of the gods and necessities..." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a small package -- rectangular, and carefully wrapped in old papers from the Guard HQ -- and sets it on the counter before her. "Thought you might need one of these."