[Wow. Aubrey is really taking this seriously. It's nice to see, honestly (even if she is being a bit aggressive - does she really need to be swinging that nail bat around?), knowing what he knows about her attitude the last several years. He tries to return her efforts in kind, suspiciously narrowing his eyes while he puts his hands on his hips. He gives a keen smile.]

I'm not sure how you managed to get your hands on my med kit, but I think you'll find yourself disappointed once you open it.

[Is it empty? He doesn't know. Does it even open? It's a prop, right? She'll probably pick up what he's putting down. "Yes, and" is the first rule of improv!]

If you have something better to offer, though, I'm all ears, Aub-- Oh. I mean...

[Ahem.]

Merchant.