"Oui," Jacques replied oh so helpfully, thus leaving Handy well informed that he should do absolutely nothing to raise suspicions while his companions were gone securing lodgings and that he should be a good little moving crate and remain inanimate. And his nose was itchy. He also let out a small yelp as he felt his wrist seemingly convulse with sudden, stabbing pain. His other hand shot around and grabbed a hold of it as he tried to not make any noise as his left arm shook uncontrollably before eventually settling. He breathed heavily as he waited for the pins and needles running up and down his arm to settle, his left wrist and a bit of his upper arm feeling taut and high strung, much like how one's leg felt after a bad muscle cramp.