[All of them. All. Okay. Great. Perfect. Irvine gets out, then. He just ... needs to hold tight.]

What?

[For a moment Irvine stares blankly, but then he registers where Zell's glance goes and follows it to his own wrists. Nothing there, so he looks himself over, digging in his pockets and finally picking at his necklace. There's a brass-and-crystal addition to the disc section, and he frowns down at it.]

The hell?