[ He's unfamiliar with most of the things in here, but can at least recognize what they're for. He considers for a few seconds whether there's anything he needs (there isn't, not him personally), then tosses a questioning glance and a signed, spelled out word over to her: ]

Antibiotics?

[ She's grabbed them already, he's sure, but it's all he can think of that any of his people, were he to run into them here, would need. ]