Henry sighed, looking more and more uncomfortable as the conversation progressed. Dean seemed to have figured out a lot already... "Me? I'm fine." He rubbed his face a little and chuckled weakly. "I'm tired as hell. Could definitely use a shower. Other than that, though..." He hesitated, looking away nervously. "Oh, do you mean the bag thing?" Another weak chuckle, and this time he couldn't even look at Dean. "Yeah, I just remembered, turns out I gave it to this girl I rescued earlier." He shrugged a little, adding, "I sort of knew her, so I gave it to her. Y'know. To protect her." This was flimsier than Bill Clinton's attempts to deny his little "affair", and sounded it. "Kind of funny, isn't it? In a morbid sort of way, I mean."