"No clue," he answers, even if it was just a thought spoken. A shrug of his shoulders that's small, a look away glance as he tries to remember one thing. "But I think there's something up... about how many weapons you can carry?" Hmmm. "You'll wanna ask Roland for the specifics - he knows them better than me. But we get a lot of stuff into those things, so they're pretty handy for being so small."

Nevermind the fact that they can keep foods in there so a good time, which- "We've got some bears too, from a mission-- ...three missions ago? Yeah. You ever cooked bear?"

He says it with a light lift in his voice, as if it's a joke.