I expect you have. Ya don't learn to make somethin' this nice overnight.

[Tucking the knife back into the fabric, he hobbles to the den, collecting BLU's ammo pouch from the coffee table and bringing it back. He hands it over.]

Not that I don't think Cassidy would've been careful with your things, but I know I'd've been a mite antsy if it were me.

[And given that his gun was in the hands of a complete stranger and he still had no idea where it was or what condition it was in, he could relate.]