I didn't expect to need it. It's broad daylight out there.

[They manage to match his haughty tone decibel for decibel, right down to the prim, poisonous twist to the words. He's far from their favorite Mirror, single-minded as he is, and his fixation on his Real borders on what one can only consider the pathological.

But they are, functionally, on the same side. For now.

So they keep their judgments where his interests are concerned firmly set to the side.]

They already know we're coming for them. You certainly aren't quiet, either, clanking around like a bucket of bolts.