Yes... I'm sorry. [ Ah, it seems like it really was too soon to make jokes. He smiles beneath the visor -- he knows the smile is awkward and a little anxious. But he isn't sure why he feels such anxiety. It's odd. But he shakes his head. ]

No. I only need my Dragonblade. That is all I'm going to need heading out. [ Patting his chest, he cheerfully says. ] That and ... well... actually... maybe some oil.