[more's the pity for Itachi - if he saw anything of interest to actually pilfer, he can't...and with this area of the city emptied for fear of the beasts turned loose upon it, no better chance to take whatever he wished.

the mer he drifts up to doesn't have that problem, and is in fact taking advantage of the fact there's no one to scowl at his handling of wares. psionically blind for the moment, the voice gives him a gentle startle, prompting him to turn around with the hunting knife gingerly resting in his palms.]

Itachi... [it's strange to see him as just the creature he is now, present without the subtle tones of his mind to mark him as who he is.]

That's generous, thank you... But I doubt there'll be a need to carry much. [he looks down at what's reflected in the steel.] It'd be dangerous to be overburdened, facing what lies in the tunnels.