It's okay, he's dropped his share of briefcases and folders in his lifetime. The postcards are easy enough to recapture, and then holds the sheaf up in his hands as if holding up a bag of treats for a pet.

"Want these?" He says with a slightly manic grin. The whirlwind turns back toward him, and Martin does a bait and switch, tossing one of the boxes of crackers he bought with his groceries toward Casimir and his waiting weapon. Thankfully, the creature takes the bait. As it moves, Martin calls over the whistling gale, "I'll fill you in in a minute-- heads up!"