The red-haired mage stopped when Damien warned him. Though it wasn't something he wouldn't expect. After all, he'd known Sasha for two years now. Before Maddox could tell Damien that he shouldn't worry, Lazarus was already on his way to talk to Sasha. Maddox let out a sigh before looking back to Damien. "I wasn't planning on calming her down," he told Damien rather simply. "But I suppose Lazarus might be able to do it anyways. Oh well." Maddox reached his hand into his coat pocket, before withdrawing a tiny red box, seemingly made of paper and only the size of a thumbnail. "While I'm talking to you, I may as well give you this." He held his hand out, offering the small cube to Damien. "I was planning on handing some of these out today. If you ever find yourself in a bind or in extreme danger, something like that, just crush the little thing. Like a distress beacon, if you will."