Phineas' face was still red, but he regained his dignity and spoke up. 
"I still have the pistol, but other than that I only have some of the emergency supplies from Joseph's airship." He fumbled through his various pockets and found a few matches, a flare, and a bottle of iodine tablets. He cursed himself silently. "I must have left the rest at camp. Hopefully we can find the means to start a fire, we'll need some way to keep warm tonight." Even as he spoke, the chill was beginning to set in.