More like so he could slack off and booze in the bar she thought with a slight huff of annoyance. However, she proceeded to go to the merchants, as tasked without much dallying. 

What was necessary on this upcoming mission that she had to guess where they would be going and what environments they'd be up against? So, she did the best she could. An all-weather terrain poncho. Water. Food rations. The basics, the bare essentials. She perused the long line of metallic shed stalls and her heavy boots clunked against the metal cladding walkway.

But one thing did catch her eye. An ornate dagger. It sparkled in the light in such a way that it just HAD to be noticed. She picks up the dagger, of red adorned with jewels. She felt the weight of it in her palm, feeling the balance of the blade. She was taken in by its deadly beauty. But, it was a frivolous thing. And she would never need for such ornaments. Not in this life.