It looks like standard first aid fare, recognizable the second the kit is opened: gauze, bandages, tubes of ointment and antiseptic wipes. Nothing too weird.

Although he can't picture what Eddie's life was like before being brought over (and maybe for the better, considering the short summary he came up with), Echo sympathizes.

"Take the time you need, mate," he says, patting the man on the shoulder. "You just got in. I don't wanna run you outside while you're still gathering your bearings."