Heh. [Kaiba knew that would work on such a desperate fool. He steps forward, grabbing the other teen's wrist like before. Immediately, he starts filing through the buttons and lists, arching a brow.

It kept track of inventory, could access a radio, kept notes...nothing spectacular, except...it apparently also kept track of the wearer's health.

He pushes Roy's wrist away a few minutes later, making his disinterest clear with a derisive snort.]

I thought it was more than that.