He managed to get his fingers around a strap of the bag, and yet it was too trapped by Wilson's feet to be able to come to his possession easily. He pulled on it anyway because even if something broke inside of it, it wasn't his stuff and thus had less priority. It had been important enough to go and retrieve, which at least made it interesting enough to investigate while Wilson ate.

"You make it sound like I get anything for Christmas," he replied sardonically. He didn't; there was no one to get a gift for outside of the yearly staff Christmas party. He spent Christmas on mission if he could.

He still jerked on the strap, raising his eyebrows at the distinct sound of something breaking inside. It sounded like glass, so probably some cologne? "What do you have in there, hmm? Something real interesting if it's breaking."