"Hey, cmere. I got something for ya."

With a prompt thwack to the vent cover, it's sent flying across the room outside of Sebastian's little shop. It's dimly lit, with only the lure hanging by his face and a lamp across the room serving as lighting. His scaly, clawed hands fidget idly. He shifts his snake-like body around, flaunting his newest wares. A medkit, flashlight, code breacher, flash beacon, and a hand-cranked flashlight. Basically gold for any delvers of the facility. He knows as much.

He idly looks you over for a moment before digging into a pocket of his jacket. His third hand, smaller and bandaged, presents some Jack Daniels.

"I figured you needed a break. Like the hospitable soul I am, whiskey, half price!" he coos. 400 characters worth of classified information. "Don't worry where I got it, and we won't have a problem."