As Cecily explains, Kaz tucks the bandages away into his coat pocket. It's really only the start of what he intends to turn into a stockpile. Back on Mother Base, they'd had whole shipping containers full of various supplies. He might not be able to create something on the same scale here, but he's never been comfortable with feeling unprepared.

"Well, that's convenient," he grouses with a shake of his head. These gods will make their lives difficult, but not actually send them back to where they came from. Then again, they must be here to serve some sort of purpose, or they wouldn't have gone to the effort to transport them in the first place.

When it comes to monsters, Kaz's world doesn't have a lot to choose from. Sure, he's met plenty of people who could earn that title, but Hadriel seems to prefer a looser definition. Then again, the Parasite Unit might count. At Cecily's apology, Miller manages a wry smile. "I think in this case, I'd rather have it spoiled ahead of them. And let me guess -- Hope isn't really all that his name makes him out to be." As he speaks, Kaz continues his search, bending down with some effort to grab a dinged-up first aid kit.