He raised a brow. "You look way more like you're going to get weird on me than the other way around."

Of course, he had knives in his hand, but he quickly tucked them away. "I have knives but they're mine. You can have whatever we find." Even if it was a shotgun. His knives suited him just fine, he didn't have to worry about an upgrade yet.

But, with all that out of the way he didn't wait to head towards the door to the supply closet again. He guessed there would probably be cleaning supplies, and he just hoped there would be a few other tools, too. Luckily, he still had some hair pins in, and he just used those to pick the door with, which seemed to come all too easily to him. It wasn't exactly like breaking out of Alcatraz, the door popped right open as if it had been left that way, and he looked around in the closet-sized space.

He pulled out the mop and broom to get the out of the way. Dusters, sprays, tape... Nothing that looked strong enough to hit the vending machine with. Stepping back, his eyes scanned around the area for other ideas.

"There has to be a fire extinguisher around somewhere, right?"