"Mine are gone!", Henry calls back without hesitation. After all, he'd torched most of them himself. "The Circle was the last. If Zilker had backups, he didn't share." Those last words are spoken somewhat angrily. For a moment, for just a moment, Henry wished he had enough knowledge of Death to call up the Epopt's shade, to tell him : I.TOLD.YOU.SO. I. GODDAMN. TOLD. YOU. SO.
At the call to move out, pronto, he grabs a large coat and fills every pocket as much as he can with just about everything of marginal usefulness. The gears in his head are turning, but not to make sure he takes things that are entirely useful. "I can take point," he calls back to Orphan.