He looked down at his wrist instinctively at the device's mention, raising an eyebrow. "Well, it's a useful little thing, isn't it?" A distress beacon? Considering his penchant for finding trouble, and his lack of ability to properly defend himself at the moment, that seemed a splendid thing to have along.

He looked back up, though, and nodded to her. "You have my thanks, Wanda."