The acronym meant nothing to him, yet the solider nodded slightly at the introduction. "Call me Reaper, Agent Leo." His eyes drifted to the device for a second and after a moment of consideration John reached to a pouch on his belt and unattached it. He paused for a moment longer and with a sigh he offered the black satchel over to the young man. "Doubt I'll have much use for this at the moment, but if it helps you repair your gear then you are welcome to use my tools...lose or damage them though and there will be hell to pay." Reaper didn't like the prospect of giving valuable gear away but adapting under stressful conditions was part of his training, and if the young man could use the collection of tools to further aid their objectives then it was a sacrifice that needed to be made.