That gets a small huff of air through the nose, Silco's brow twitching. "Quite," he agrees, deeply sardonic. "Someone told me people find things that belong to them on the beaches, and I decided to have a look for myself. Instead, well, you saw the result." Displeasing, to say the least. He'll have to beach comb later, make do for now with what he received in the satchel he was initially given.