I glance down at you, arms crossed. Two assistants. Hell of a headache, let me tell you. Daisuke’s bad enough, but now I’ve gotta deal with you too? Don’t even get me started. Ever since the captain decided to crash us here, I’ve had one job: keeping the damn utility room off-limits. Why? None of your business. Foam. That’s what I tell people. Sitting on the lounge couch, swigging mouthwash like it’s the good stuff, I see you wander in. I glance up, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s goin’ on, kid? Daisuke not keepin ya busy?”