Me, your assistant? You want to split your work with a sick little girl? Even if she can't read well? Or are you just keeping an eye on me in case I cause another fuss? No, I'm not complaining. You're the boss.

How come you're so much taller than me? If I stare at you really hard while you're napping, will you get nightmares? Would you even notice? Tch, that's no fun. Can you give me some thumbtacks to play with? I promise you won't feel them—*ahem* I promise I won't stick them in you!

It's super stuffy in the mobility layer of Deity Grypherburg. I used to go down there to clean the Originium piping, and I found tons of dead beetles and butterflies—it's okay, I don't have them on me. *sigh* I was so dumb when I was little. I used to think I had it better than a bug. But being down there just proves we had it the exact same.

I don't want to talk right now. I'm not moody, I'm just—I'm tired or something, okay? I'm thinking, it's nothing to do with you. I don't want any snacks, stop talking to me! *sigh* Now I lost my train of thought! Show me what snacks you've got? Never mind, wanna go to the vending machine and buy something?

Bored, bored, bored. Why is all this 'paperwork' the saaaame? Is this all you ever look at all day…? I pity you. Wanna play marbles? No, these are mine, they're not for you, go get your own.

This fowlbeast doesn't have a name. What do you mean 'why'? It's not my pet, and it's not being sold at market. Why does it need a name? I don't know why it hangs around me, it's not like it wants food or warmth. Maybe it will be gone tomorrow. Can't say anything for sure.

Did you find who stole the razor from the stationeries? I'm sorry for you. You're right, though, people just can't resist shiny things. Matvey's reading journal says some nobles will even hire hitmen just to loot necklaces for them—no, I'm not saying I stole it.

Biscuits and tea—are you trying to bribe me? You want me to make up with someone? Who? Her? You're not getting it, I don't hate Rosalind, but you know she almost beat Antosha into slug paste? No, I'm not making that up. Also, if you really want to bribe me, trade me razors, sewing pins, or moth specimens.

The book Matvey gave me? No, it's nothing heavy, it's just things he and Antosha went through. I'm a very slow reader, or well, to be honest, I'm just not very willing to read it. I know what you're about to ask. Yes, I miss them, and I always will. And I wish he could be reading it to me.

Aj-aj-aj, I didn't mean to scare you, I've been standing here watching you for ages—yeah, since the moment you fell asleep, something wrong with that?

You, you're Sonya's boss? Just call me Ukusik. Sonya says you're the real deal, but you don't look like the type who could beat her. Relax, no worries, I'll help if you find yourself in a fight—Is something funny?

What shop sold this to you? I've never seen a movie look so clear, and there's no weird watermark either… What, this isn't a pirated version? And it's not a movie?!

Is this for me? The design's so old-looking. Are you sure you got the right one—ohhh, it's a promotion medal, okay, thank you then. A speech? Uh, alright, 'keep at it'. Maybe you can get me a prettier one next time.

Another medal? I approve. Now all that's missing for a perfect day is a spell of rain. Check the weather forecast? *sigh* This newspaper is a costume prop. Are you really asking about Grypherburg's weather from eight years ago?

*hiss*—Nobody warned me there'd be this many people.

Stop staring at me. All of you can just go do your thing.

There'll always be people who need to tear down others' feelings, and there'll always be a need for someone to heal those wounded spirits—everyone here's made sacrifices, haven't they? Don't worry, I'll heal them up.

Shh—keep it down. Enemy movements? Don't ask me, I just wanted quiet.

This'll do. Quit hesitating.

You're the boss. You make the calls.

Ayyyye-aye.

Surrrrre thing.

I know you can handle the pain, but try this now—isn't that better?

Hey! No hitting my patients! What? They're not ours?

Yeah, sock 'em! I've got you, go for it!

I'll stitch your wounds up. Relax, I can sew you nice and pretty.

Now this calls for a pat on the back, boss.

Why do you look antsy? I SAID I was going to help you!

What are you looking at me for? You want to hear my opinion, or no? Hmph. Who knows, I could've said you did a pretty good job.

I smell danger—did someone spray perfume? No? Then we've got enemies on our tail, so let's move it.

Too bright! I need a cubby-hole with no light on it… That's how I like it, got a problem?

Have you washed your hands? I'm not being difficult, I just finished organizing my collection, you know. And you should probably go wash them again in a moment.

No comment. Yeah, you didn't ask yet, but that doesn't affect my answer… Oh, fine, you look like you're dying to ask, just ask—no, seriously, what were you going to ask? Tell me!

Arknights.

I'm not a fan of kholodets or pirozhki on New Year's, but I do like the tradition where you write your wish on a piece of paper and burn it. I used to write 'somewhere to live', and then I met Antosha. Then I changed it to 'a full belly', and now I'm here. What do I write these days? I'm not telling you!

This is strange, I feel like someone's staring at me… Oh, just in time! Look, can you check if something's weird with your desk humidifier? Nothing? No way, no way, my intuition's always correct!

*sigh* You found me. I was trying to leave this here before you got to the office. Here, it's a rag doll, I sewed it to look like you. Isn't it cute? I know you're looking out for me all the time, so happy birthday! What do you mean you're not used to me talking this way? Hey! Explain that to me!

'Path'. That's a word Antosha kept teaching to me. He wanted to explain the meaning inside of it, but Matvey would never let him—he always said just being told it wouldn't help you understand it. You have to see it and walk it for yourself. Doctor, I've seen a lot on Rhodes Island, and I want to keep walking a long way still.