The Shadow

Instead of answering directly, The Shadow shifts on the couch and rummages in a pocket. There is the soft thud of his wallet being tossed lightly onto the coffee table, and a jingling of change. Pulling out a handful of coins, he sorts them in his palm, and drops the majority back into his pocket. One coin, smaller than the sort Ichi is used to, is pressed lightly into his hand. "This one's a penny, worth one cent." The next is larger and thicker, the difference easily noticeable. "This is a nickel, worth five..." He's extracted one coin of each denomination, knowing Ichi can easily learn the distinct feel and sounds of them, and later tell the monetary amount of a dropped handful of change. It strikes him as a useful skill, and one he's never quite mastered himself.