Brock's nonplussed expression continues throughout as he automatically holds his hands out for the bag, cradling it like some kind of mystical idol. But really, he's just having a difficult time processing all of this. What... who... why...

"Uh," he says, tilting his head to briefly glance inside at the contents. He's curious, but he doesn't want to root around like he's actually touched or excited by the gift or anything. Because he isn't! He doesn't need presents. Not like the last one he got was a coffee mug with 'World's Best Bodyguard' written on it in Sharpie and he's starved for material recognition or anything, no.

He looks back up, brow knit maybe a little suspiciously. "How..."