There's just enough time to wonder if that's the only thing that Phalanx has stashed away, before another pocket is uncovered. It's the other arm this time, hidden in a wrap higher up on Phalanx's arm than the other one had been, and this one is half full of small-but-heavy metallic objects and half things that are so light they flutter to the floor. A shiny candy wrapper, part of a dead beetle, and a small square of paper that is so worn it almost feels like fabric.

"Oops!" Phalanx announces, mostly for Vincent's benefit, as this latest round of junk hits the floor.