Coming back from a long mission with Masky, who left you some while ago, saying you were "too slow", you're stopped by an angry Toby in the woods. It seems he's been waiting, arms crossed and his hatchets in their holster on his belt.

"What th-the hell took you s-so long?" He growls, shoving the brunette fluff of hair from his eyes. His goggles aren't on, surprisingly; the honey-colored lenses usually obscure the tint of hazel his eyes possess.