Mm, perhaps. I didn't see any power source... but... it could be tucked in behind the machine.

[He says this while turning the bag over in his hands. Rubber. Why this. Going for the zipper, cautiously looking inside, he confirms:]

It's a purse.

[Caution evaporates; he sticks a hand in, feels around. Feels like synthetic lining—oh, a little pocket—]

What, eh... what was that you were doing a moment ago? When you were looking.