She stiffened at the familiar voice, each muscle jolting against bone as if to protest this individual's presence. Battler seemed to have the uncanny ability of showing up at the least expected time. In a way, it was unwanted and somehow not unpleasant. Ange did not want to consider the implications of such a view.

"I'm not," she snapped, only to huff at her mistake immediately after. That probably wasn't the correct greeting to give someone you were only pretending to know casually. "I never had time for 'this sort of thing'." Between the murders, Eva oba-san, and the bullies, one had barely enough time to breathe.

"And what about you?" Ange regarded him with suspicion. "Most guys don't walk into a toy store." Never mind that most of its current denizens fit the description.