Greya touched Toby, who was perched on her shoulder as an ornament, and said to Sanders, "Last night, as soon as Angel returned, he handed Toby over to me and secluded himself, saying he was preparing to transplant the skin of a Transforming Soft-bodied Insect."
As she spoke, Greya glanced back at the wall clock, where the time pointed to twelve noon: "According to the time, it should be ending now, right?"
Sanders was taken aback for a moment upon hearing it all started last night. He walked slowly to the wall clock, stared at the time for a while, and then spun around to sit on the sofa.
Greya looked at Sanders with confusion: "What's wrong, do you need him for something?"
Sanders nodded: "Indeed, I do have some matters to discuss with him."
