Alex turns out the insides of his jeans pockets and then pulls out some of Alice's solid slop (it's called slop by everyone on the ship, but he only carries around bits of the bowls and trays in his pockets for her) as well as his own hand-held out of the pockets of his sweat-shirt. "Th-they're called pockets. W-we don't have captchalogue cards e-either, though, I- I guess i-it sorta works like a d-digital inventory system? M-makes pockets s-seem... primitive."

Now that he has Tavros's version of pockets figured out, time to solve the next mysterious culture gap. He returned to moving his stuff to his side of the room and asked, "Wh-what's a strife speci... thing? W-we don't have anythin' by that name either..."