Tony sighs, not pleased that Manabu has to go. He was really enjoying their break from reality to swap stories and drink. However, he also knows and respects 'when duty calls'. He sees where Manabu's gaze goes and nods, picking up the pieces of the pistol and carefully putting them in a small box (suitcase he stole from the luggage car).

"We'll have to do this again. Don't worry, I'll protect this." He closes the lid and latches it shut. It wasn't locked, but if anyone looked in here it wouldn't appear to be any more interesting than the rest of his random items he'd borrowed. "Drop a line if you hear anything I should know about, okay?"