He glances over the items revealed when she opens the crates. A harpoon. He could use one of those; it would be much more effective for fishing than the nets made out of vines that he's using now. Most of the rest of the weapons don't seem that helpful to him, with only one hand.

He opens another crate himself, and then the last one. He reaches in to pick up one of the weapons -- a bow, broken. "Some of these seem more helpful than others." He puts the bow back where it came from. Even if he were tempted to pocket anything, nothing would fit in his pocket.

He taps at the insignia on one of the lids. "What do you suppose the colors mean?"