Syrlya takes the knife, turning it over in the faint light before he glances down to himself. He wedges it carefully between the under armor and outer armor at his waist, on the side opposite of his crystal arm. That's potentially dangerous, but it keeps it well out of sight and close until he needs it. Without a sheathe, he's just going to have to deal.

Then he swoops to start pulling on the rest of the armor. "I will use it wisely. Thank you... ah, security hasn't responded to the breach yet, have they?"