Arians ears droop when he hears the part about taking anything sharp from his pockets, and, undoing his seatbelt, actually climbs inside his pocket, poking his head out for a moment. "Everything...?" He asks quietly, looking around a bit. "I'm not sure if everything will fit..." He adds after a moment of thought, giving a weak smile, his fur still slightly greenish. There's a quiet grumble from his stomach, and he looks a bit sick for a moment before dissapearing back into the pocket.