It's fine, Five is currently too focused on his goal to bother stealing anything else, though he does file the fairly primitive nature of some of these weapons away for later. For now, he'll just drop everything next to the bag until he finds what he needs and immediately begins transfering the equations from his mind onto paper. Though he does give Tim a brief, measuring glance before returning to his work.

"Yeah well, if I need the opinion of a lumberjack on complex spatiotemporal mathematics, I'll be sure to ask you."

More equations rapidly fill the page and he moves on to the next. Hope you weren't expecting to see this notebook again, ever.

"Obviously I'm familiar with multiverse theory," he mutters once again to himself, "but I never thought-- The combined mass of the others must have pulled us way off course..."