[Eliot says learning to fight for you like it's this normal thing people do and Quentin's heart skips a beat and flips over in his chest. The croissant is all gone and there's nothing to distract his mouth with so he just-]

Food. Water. A torch if you have it. Good boots and warm clothes. I have stuff for bandages, just in case we need it? A blanket, maybe. But honestly, though. I am just winging it, because I have no idea what we might find out there.