Ah, well I'm sure we'll manage to take care of anything like that too.

[Sato says, patting the machete at his side that he'd liberated from the armory a few days ago. Still no bullets though, which makes having the pistol around quite useless.

Entering the darkened shop first, he starts heading to a shelf by the window full of tools, getting back to the business of sorting through for anything useful. He's got a bag with a couple items already picked out on the counter. Conversationally, he continues, since silence would probably just add to his poor companion's fear level:]

Is there anything else you can do besides the light? Fireballs, perhaps?