[The cereal does not seem to be helping the moment much, but they do need to eat. And fortunately, Manabu remembers they had plans.

Logistics! Bless logistics. Grey swallows his mouthful of cereal and nods.]

Right. We have several things we need, but my first priority is getting you a means to protect yourself whenever I'm gone.

[i.e. buying Manabu a gun. That way Grey can continue to go out and about without being anxious about Manabu being left alone and unprotected.

Well, not as anxious.]