Anne
Falling from the sky as the ship saved their hides, Furo's gummi phone clocked him once in the head before skittering away. The young man sat up and grimaced once he took the time to skim the message. Any stress he had of the current situation lessened as he worried about what would become of him later.

Whatever. They had a moment to collect themselves so he would use the time to prepare himself.

"I'm fine, Fiora. How about yourself?" He walked around the room after throwing the woman a glance. He shuffled around a few bins, fully pulling them out, and setting them on the work station, "Here, take whatever you can carry from here just in case. It's my worse-than-expected stash."

Within the bins were an assortment of potions. Clearly marked with a red crosses made of tape to indicate how they were sorted. 

Despite his own suggestion, Furo made to fish something else out elsewhere; A pair of headphones he quickly took a screwdriver to as he hastily worked on them.
Andrew
A thought pops to mind, Furo. Marking things with red crosses like that goes against one of the World Order laws.
Anne
Furo grimaced at the nagging thought in his mind. Perhaps it was how utterly destroyed the Traverse Town must have been that he was even remembering that random list of laws he had to be told by word of mouth rather than read. How he marked his stuff typically did not matter in the workshop. Though, someone who cared probably would have a heart attack once he got around to marking the Mamu properly.

Not that it mattered as Traverse Town has always been the location where World Order came to die. 

He tightened his headphones *Juuuust*Right before sliding them over his ears. Things were quieter now, no less dangerous to move about, but it was easier to hear himself think.