[ He nods with a thoughtful hum, though it takes him a couple tries to get the necklace, since I'm assuming that this is one of those necklaces with a stupidly tiny loop. His less than delicate manhands aren't exactly suited, BUT. A for effort. ]

Not sure if I should be glad that I'm not the only one. I'm not exactly keen on waking up in random places, but hey, misery loves company, I guess.

[ But he doesn't comment on his own possessions being missing. There's only one thing of worth, and that's his gun. It's not exactly something he flaunts, for obvious reasons. Clyde finally gets the necklace and makes a noise of accomplishment, taking a step back. ]

—There, got it. I can't blame ya for havin' difficulty with it.