[It's not the ideal outcome—Hammer has one very specific item in mind he wants to find, and if it's not in his pocket anymore it could be anywhere, and that's, hm! Bad!

But he likes a distraction and he wants to help, so, brightly:]

Supplies! Okay! [He claps his hands together and looks around; they've searched this room, but now that he has supplies on the brain, they could have missed something.] I can do supplies. You should have a first aid kit just in case.

[Ignoring, of course, that they are dead, that's immaterial, they seem solid enough that they can still get hurt? So, first aid kit. He lists the rest on his fingers:]

And snacks... a blanket... a bag. Let's start there.