Hm. I could have guessed that much. Thank you, [ Kim says politely, frowning down at the offending firework and eventually deciding it's not one of the truly dangerous ones that needs to be kept under lock and key. He slides it in with the others, to be kept in dry, cool, dark conditions. With all of the hubbub about there being ostensible security concerns, he's taking the storage of fireworks very seriously; he's pretty sure delinquents like to fire them at each other for fun at the best of times, even when they're not going to start some sort of turf war. ]

They're fireworks. People shoot them into the air, and they burst into explosions of bright colours. Very pretty to look at -- but very dangerous in the wrong hands. [ Once he's finished loading them into the box, he looks back up at his helper, noting his ill appearance. It doesn't look like he ought to be doing any heavy lifting at all. And Kim really does resist the urge to fuss, but...

He grabs a chilled bottle of water that's been stored underneath one of the set-up tables for workers and volunteers and passes it over to him. ]

Here. You should drink.