You want me to do something so boring...? Fine, fine. I'll tag along, just because you're somewhat amusing.

Don't count on me to move stuff. I'm not that brand of Forte.

This is some insanely precise instrumentation... Wait, haven't I seen these before? Oh, right. If that Mayer girl shows up, don't tell her where I am.

Never seen the equipment on my back before? Right, come over, put your hand here... keh-ka-hahahahahah! Look at your pathetic face! Guess what just sprayed out? It's water!—With a few... extras. Don't bother asking what!

My interest in helping others is zip. But boosting efficiency benefits everybody.

Battles finish up faster now. Good to know, I guess.

Cake? Soft and squishy—not my speed. But. Mmp, mmnm... the umeboshi on top's not bad, sure.

No rain inside the landship? Duh, obviously I know that. But you never know how it might go outside. Hmph, next time there's a storm, stick close to me. You'll be glad I'm holding this.

Hey. Fancy a desert day trip? I can guide you around there. Or anywhere else you like, as long as I have my multi-function jetpack, following the scent of the wind... heh, you're incredibly lucky to have a guide like me.

You out cold? Hehe, then I've got a trick to try. Higher pressure, wider spray... And you're past the statute of limitations for a complaint.

You the Doctor? They all say you're the one here who knows more than the rest. You're gonna let me figure that out.

Combat's just like crossing the desert, where experience means nothing. Your only need is survival instincts.

Doesn't this elite medal do anything at all? No fun to be had here.

Medical professional? Funny thing to call me that. Anyway, it's all about getting my job done, either way, right?

Out for field work again? Fine. You're helping me test new equipment when we get back.

Leading a team in combat is close enough to being a guide.

Route, okay. Equipment, check. Let's go.

Boring... Worse than running into a sandstorm.

Speak up.

I'm thinking...

Good. Efficiency up seventeen percent.

Need to move faster.

Even faster.

Time to test my upgraded equipment.

How's the new nutritional paste taste?

Scent of the wind's changed...

Ugh. The sandstorms I've seen beat this any day.

Scraped by, huh. Wasn't a waste of time after all.

Efficiency lacking. Gotta head back and adjust my equipment, or switch reagents, maybe.

At least you figured a good retreat route…

You have a lot of rooms, huh…

You gotta stop with the boring crap already.

Wanna try touching my bag again? Won't hit you in the face this time. Promise.

Arknights.

Wishing you a Happy New Year! I look forward to your kind guidance in the coming year. Okay, done. Without a hitch, right? Happy now?—a bonus? For me? Really? Hmm... thank you. Happy New Year.

Rain again. Nice weather, huh, Doctor?

Happy birthday. Here's this umbrella's for you. I bought it from a trustworthy merchant in Sargon—It's top-notch. You'll be traveling all over the place, so it'll come in handy. Oh, and if you feel like jumping off the ship's bridge with it, I won't stop you.

I've checked Rhodes Island's navigation log. You've been down some awfully treacherous routes. But why don't I see even a hint of fear in anybody? What talent do you have, as the one who guides the ship, to bring out such deep, unshakable trust? I'm... curious.