I grab the now empty bag and open it. "Max, I said that wasn't just for you." I say, shaking my head and dropping the bag.
"The masks are still being made, so that's a bit of a problem." I pull out two paper bags from behind me, one with a crudely drawn face of a bird and the other depicting a cartoonish face of a seal, both with holes cut out to see through. "However, we have these... adequate substitutes in the mean time. Another problem is weaponry, and I was hoping you would have an idea."