[He puts the little fluffy girl down in his room when they reach it, closing the door when V comes in. It's a single barrack, now. Utilitarian since he grabbed whatever loose furniture he could. A dresser, a bed, some folded blankets on the floor for the dogs, and the rest an open area of floor too large for him.]

[There's an umbrella propped up against the dresser. On a hanging rack, a bespoke suit, his Diamond Dogs uniform, some other dressy clothes of varying era (a little futuristic).]

[He rifles through one of the dresser drawers and pulls out some photographs, most of them like the ones brought back from salvaged, roaming MSF soldiers. But there are plenty of others. And then from beside the dresser, he picks up one of two guitars. An acoustic one. After handing off those pictures he holds it up.]

This actually came in the mail. Sometimes the objects that show up are random. This is my old guitar.

[He can't trust V to remember. But maybe he knows how much that means to Kaz.]

I can still play. Turned out my muscle memory held on. You have any songs you like? I could try one.

...I won't sing.

[He promises. He's not much in the mood for singing anymore, anyway. But playing he can do.]