Foggy can find him a backpack or something, since the box seems to lack any of those. He has better luck with the rest, though. "Ah ha," he announces after a moment, picking up a pair of glasses while he keeps looking, not bothered by Matt being in his space. They lived on top of each other for three years. "And, oh, hey. I probably should have given you this back before now. There's a cane in a holster thing." He pauses a beat. "Also a fluffy pony?"

Why did they even have that lever?