Just let 'em burn. You weren't gonna give those papers a second look anyway.

If you wanted me to lay defenses in here, I'd break up the floor for starters. Not that I mind, it's up to you to think about it.

You've got people from Royal Guard knocking about too? Heh—ain't that interesting.

Calibrate the sight? Nah, the stuff I ordered last should be here almost, I'll make the arrows first... Push off! Out my way!

Most who leave Vouivre don't agree with the mercenary life in Sargon. Move to Victoria, end up doing something else instead. You know, like... yeah, factory-working, farming. Right. Having their own little touch of land.

You could probably tell, but I didn't used to be artillery. Recon, infiltration, CQC, mainly learned all that. I know I didn't like it, and the instructors wouldn't let me switch, so I dropped out, simple as. Where's the point in learning things you hate?

Oh, you're helpless! How am I going to the workshop wearing this?!

It's meant for attacking nomadic cities, this weapon. Using it to help you lot cope with skirmishers? It's like a hatchet to a cupcake. Let me try hitting a city or two sometime for practice, won't you?

Don't you think these crystals on my shoulder here match well with my hair color? I like my off-the-shoulder clothes too, so it's perfect. Shame, though, it would've been nice if they covered the whole way like that Siracusan Messenger girl.

I'll be heading back to sort stuff out, then. No point wasting time on this rotter.

Arianrot, codename Toddifons. I don't like working for ordinary people. Here's hoping you can show me any signs you're not like them.

Boring. Off we go.

What goes on in those Logistics' minds, cleaning up my side projects... tch. Fine, I accept. Your feelings are loud and clear. See you.

You have to have seen a Draco's flames before. Ever imagined how it'd be to rain them down on the enemy? I... can make that your reality!

I'm listening.

Work's on. Focus.

You lot go ahead. I've got things to prepare.

Visibility clear. Awaiting orders.

Still not done?

Yeah?

Mounting complete.

In position.

I don't need visuals. Give me the map.

This area is cleared. Next!

Nothing remains after it rains arrows!

Hah! Why would fire go out before burning everything up?

Not that many people can make this thing shine—I guess you're one of them.

Out without too much ash on me. Good.

Ammo's more precious than that little lot. Deal with 'em yourself.

Still good to move? We're heading home. Grab on.

Like this titchy bit of space is enough? Let's break this wall down and I'll have the whole area behind, thanks.

Think it through before you put your hand out.

Go on if you need something. No point in waiting for me to switch my contacts.

Arknights.

There'll be the whole routine celebration for New Year's, yeah, I get it. So I'll be sitting right here, drinking with my magazines, watching you grouch on the side, and I'll be happy as ever.

So it's you. If you need something, out with it.

我说过，矿石病只是次要的。要是不能做自己喜欢的事，活得再久又有什么意思呢？但是在罗德岛上，我总还能做点有趣的事。和你合作的感觉不赖，今后也不许让我失望。