"Magic pockets," Axel replies. "See?" He demonstrates by putting his arm into the pocket up to his elbow, without making a dent in the exterior of the coat. "It's really handy, especially for things like that.

He leans close, to peer at the materia. Reno says it's safe to touch, but he's not elementally normal, and even though it's not ice or water, he's still a little leery of handling unfamiliar magic that isn't fire.

"So you have a thing for lightning?" he asks. The moving, sparkling bits make him think of Elixir; golden and glowing, with shifting sparkling motes of something in it.