The turtlekin nods as he looks back at the storage shed. They might have a good start just looking through things like these as it is. The mention of tools does make him especially curious, because he could always use such things. Salvaging is nothing new to him, especially when it comes to claiming things others no longer find a use for.

He pulls out a spanner that had been haphazardly wedged between a few dusty boxes on a shelf, eyeing it. "...think anyone would mind if I claimed any of this stuff..?" he asks hesitantly, as though remembering some unspoken rule. But then that's basically what it's become, because one bad experience has permanently ingrained itself and he doesn't want to be punished for taking things he shouldn't.