Nero rolled his eyes and strolled around a few steps, turning his back to them, a clear sign that he didn't fear any of them whether they decided to suddenly jump at his back - namely the twins, since they could petulantly be angered by his disregard. He sett his mind to a decision and decided to stick to it. They had things to do here, didn't they? Let the more patient ones deal with the girls while he took care of what he could himself. His gaze travelled around along the lines of provisions and weaponry and started choosing what was fit for transport before picking up a box near a shelf and just dragging his arm over it to make the things on it fall into the folded and rumpled cardboard.