[Gramps, if your pants are gonna fall down without a belt, you can just deal with that on your own, okay?]

All right. I'll keep this [he raises the wallet for a moment] and the pokeballs and hand it to them later. They should be able to find the true owners

[Can't leave these out of his sight. He has a feeling they might somehow disappear. Mysteriously.

While Ford ties up the grunt with Magellan's help, Armin makes quick work of dividing the potions between himself and Ford, slipping his share into his pocket. It's not stealing. It's obvious that there will be more battles to fight this night, and to leave an advantage like this behind is simply stupid. Really. It is the sensible approach.

When Ford is finished trussing up the grunt like a christmas turkey, Armin steps up besides him, holding out his share of the potions.]

You should take these. It looks like we might need them tonight.