Jay's eyes widen at the sudden flood of paperclips and then he laughs, mostly in confusion. He assumes it's some sort of trick - matter from nothing? How prepostrous.

Regardless, trick or real magic, it doesn't seem terribly useful.

"Ah, I see, darling," he says. "Can you do ball-bearings? Or tacks? Those might put pursuers to some trouble, unlike, ah. Little flat things that aren't even pointy unless you put some effort into bending them."