[The large wood doors to the office creak open, revealing the inside of the room. On the opposite end of the Heroes, a raised desk with a cushioned leather chair are framed by the wide window overlooking the plains. The walls are covered in blueprints, memos, and scribbled drawings of what appears to be Ales standing on top of an airship. The only lights come from the window and several circular lamps hanging from the walls.

The ceiling is dark, cross by multitudes of wires, and there are bits of metal protruding from smooth tubes.

Ales stands on top of his desk, typing on his laptop. He wears the same hat, but his jacket has been replaced by a deep black cloak longer than he is tall..] I'm busy right now, can't it wait?

[Which mecha had bothered to interrupt in him the middle of his work? Ales peeks over the top of the computer.]

Wha--?! You're already here?! [He jumps up, shoving the laptop onto the floor. Brushing his hands on his purple shirt, he then holds them up and takes a deep breath.] Whatever. I'll have to revamp the security when I'm finished with you.