[He might ordinarily insist that it'll be fine here on the beach, but he knows too well the tense, about to spill over feeling of wanting to be useful.] Thanks. I know it's just scraps, but I don't want anyone else getting hold of it. My coffee Komurin won't rebuild itself!
[He starts wading his way out of the ocean.] Maybe we can find something to carry more stuff at once. Then we can take Lee and gather up all our things and find ourselves some living accommodations.