While the lack of a Thief Job made sneaking difficult, the Freelancer job gave him his original agility as a Teensie, and he slid down a ladder from the rooftop onto the alleyway below. That poor puppet was sitting in the middle of the street, useless, but at least it helped with Artemecion's capture before he lost control of it.

He tucked his small hands under the body of the robot and cradled it in his arms, the robot's own limbs dangling onto the floor. Hours of work had to be treated with respect.

Ales joined the group surrounding the Moogle. His clothes were replaced with a purple robe and a shiny black jacket. "There's no way you're talking yourself out of this, Moogle. There's a lot you have to answer for."