Seb tilts his head quizzically. Guess the conversation's over. He couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid about the whole thing, but there were other matters to attend to of more immediate concern. Namely securing this gear so he could get some sleep and visit the medicine shop in town belonging to Jared's brother tomorrow morning before heading out again. A completely legal establishment, he assured anyone who asked why he was in there so often, though he never elaborated.
Shrugging, he picks up the form and turns to leave, looking over what was marked off as he makes his way over to the armory, giving curt nods to any who greeted him along the way.