Medkit.

"Ah. Hello, you. What're you doing here?"

"...Meow?"

"Somehow you manage to be on par with how Broker irritates me."

"To each their own, I suppose." "You still haven't revealed who you are. Or why I should keep bothering with you, for that matter."

"I would say that I answered it thoroughly. You asked why it's annoying, and I stated that it is an inconvenience." "There is nothing going on in my life that should be of your concern."

"It's an inconvenience. I have more pressing matters to handle, like the fact that Subspace is here now."

"I wouldn't say I'm scared. Just annoyed."

"...Lovely."

"If not Broker..." "..." "Do I know you?"

"Hm." "Not Subspace--the pattern isn't right. No accent, so it can't be Rifle..." "Sword wouldn't be anonymous. Rocket isn't very social." "My best guess would be Broker."

"Hello. I'm...doing alright." Hesitantly, Medkit takes the wooden carving, as well as the cash, rotating the carving in his hands. "Thank you, I suppose."

"Well you've been sitting here, anonymous, in the inbox. Do you expect me to know?" "...Although, I do have a sneaking suspicion..."

"'Me' could be anyone. That's not very specific."

"Alright, I suppose. Who's asking?"