Hancock crinkles his nose and pushes his red-tinted glasses up the bridge of it. The Warrior of Light is elsewhere, likely climbing boxes to reach some Gods Forsaken item, and he—

"Hello there," well, he is in the midst of facing an errant Yokai. A rather... Ugly one at that.

Anxiety grips his belly forming words that tremble lightly out of his mouth in the form of: "You wouldn't have happened upon my good friend yet, have you?"

Where is that damn Warrior of Light when you need 'em!