Of course Tech has no idea who those people are, but he has no doubts that they are special people to Link, especially for the way the trident is treated. As Link goes off to look for his other items, the clone turns to do likewise.

He steps in the opposite direction along the aisle, eyes scanning the identifying numbers on the shelves until he comes to the section he remembers from the manifest. There doesn't look to be an easy way to get to the upper shelf he needs to, but the storage units themselves look sturdy enough that he starts to climb up the side where the section is more fortified. It's about halfway up from the ground, a sizable distance, but at least he's no stranger to scaling things, apparently.

Once he reaches the row of shelves he's meaning to reach, he pulls out the box there on the end, brows lifting at the slight weightiness of it. "Ah, there you are," he says as he edges it out enough to pull the pieces of his chest armor from within, hooking an arm around one of the shoulder links.