Hayate had only held out his hand on instinct--when someone offered you a closed first, that was what you did. He was not expecting a wad of cash and other pocket-lurking-items to be deposited in his palm. He was also not expecting Ryouma to turn and make off down the hall like the man had someplace to be before Hayate could ask what on earth was going on.

As Ryouma vanished around the corner, Hayate managed to shut his mouth. He traded a bewildered look with Katsuko, who merely shrugged. Hayate peered down at the odds-and-ends in his hand, then after the few items that had scattered to the floor: a few coins and a shiny-looking something Hayate thought was a pebble.

The niggling habit of neatness made him shift the items from hand-to-hand until he could line up all the bills--by size--and fold them in half, coins pocketed in the middle. As he went after the dropped coins, Katsuko spoke up.