"Most people don't," Law mutters, matter-of-fact, as if to tell her not to bother with the decision. Clearly he's not offended at all — if anything, the thought she'd like him seems far more offensive.

He glances over at the objects she's picked up with disinterest, until she holds up the bone saw... only then is there a spark of something that could either be approval or trouble in his eyes.

"At least there's something useful." In her pile of things? Out there among the supplies scattered all over? Could be either of those things. What's obvious, though, is the fact that he's looking at a literal child waving a bone saw and sees absolutely nothing wrong with this situation.