He nods, "She did. Thanks." It's a curt sort of gratitude, but hey, it exists and who can ask any more from him, really?

He hums softly, something curious and suspicious in equal measure. "All right," he says as he pockets it once again. He still isn't sure he will trust it, but it might be handy. "No one knows anything about how to get us home yet, I'm assuming." He knows the answer, but sometimes, it's better to have it solidly in hand.