Izzy doesn't anything about her as he takes the gift. There isn't a world where he thinks Darcy would rob him. Embarrassed neutrality gives way to warm surprise as he opens the little thing and tips the knife out into his palm. It's a good size. Convenient, useful, but not without form. He even gives a delighted little noise and he holds it closer to inspect the workmanship.

"This is beautiful."

He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but it's a lovely gift. Maybe it's related to the mission. Maybe for the flirting pass at a new alliance. Maybe in exchange of his ruined shirt in attempt to save Jenny.

Izzy flicks open the blade and tests it against his wrist, shaving a few hairs. It's sharp as a fucking razor and he grins. Fucking elated.

"Very fine, indeed."