Not to worry, dear boy. I can make a quick stop at one of those automated vendors. Get us sorted.

[ Or something. It's a theoretically non theoretical rat rescue adventure, which is what really matters at the end of the day.

He starts walking towards what he's almost definitely certain is a vending machine direction. The sooner they're underway, the better the odds. ]

Not the most high-end fare, I'm afraid, but as needs must.