Tiffany stands in the first room of the Go-Rock base with an annoyed look, watching as you enter the room.

“Not you again! What do you want of us? If you want my autograph, you should just say it.”

She grins and pulls out her violin and bow, positioning the instrument upon her arm and straightening herself out.

“…humph. I know. You don't want my autograph, you want to have a go at us!“