"At this point, I'd take a pair of pants," Dex said. He wasn't even joking. He really wanted to get into some actual clothes and out of the hospital garments he'd been stuck in. It would make him feel more like a human being again and less like a lab rat who had been experimented on. Plus there was just the practicality aspect of not having to wander around outdoors in thin clothes that had never been meant to leave hospital grounds.

When the cube drew near, he saw Arthur reaching to touch it and figured this had to be part of the process of getting whatever was inside. When he touched it at the same time, the cube disappeared and finally saw what it had been holding. The knife he'd mentioned on his survival list, complete with a sheath to carrying it. He picked it up, spinning the blade around on his palm in a careless motion to test the weight of it before it grabbed it by the handle while it still had a fair bit of motion to it. "Not bad. This'll work."