She'd been right on that, Bobby was the king of 'don't mention it', after all, he'd survived 'Nam, he figured he was still doing pennance for that in his own strange way, helping people where he could. He nodded, "Chicago, right. Big city." A one-shouldered shrug, topping off his coffee again, "I'll get you some contacts in the kit, put that together for you after breakfast."
Knowing Bobby it wouldn't be just inert supplies either, he'd make sure she had a firearm of some kind, and a permit to go with it, because permits were easy for a guy like Bobby, "How're you traveling? So I know how to pack this thing."