Cyril catches the package and then an expression crossed his face that was almost like a smile. It was muted, almost like a ghost of the happiness he had once been so free to give, but it was about as much has he could muster these days when he wasn't putting effort into pleasing Sina.

There was something in his eyes though, that still managed to be bright and excited. He brought the bag to a table so he could sort through the materials right away. "Oh?" he asked. "I'll have to look for one next time I'm topside." He greedily moves his fingers through the gears and other bits that James brought him.

"These are lovely. Thank you."