He feels a tug that's become familiar since he's arrived here. He shouldn't show off his alchemy. There are a thousand and one responsible reasons in the hotel. He doesn't know these people. He doesn't know what they can do. He doesn't know why they would be interested in his alchemy.

Unfortunately, it's not like his humble side has ever won out much. Especially not here.

He claps his hands and a familiar blue glow crackles around his automail arm. He slides his flesh hand over the metal and the familiar jut of a blade appears over his wrist.

"I don't need to," Ed repeats.