"You're really fucking obnoxious, you know that?" The Cremator asked Physicist, giving the annoying child a disgusted glance before his gaze turned towards the female with the pink hair. Her plan was acceptable. Split up and catch them - with force, hopefully. "I'd like to accompany her." Cremator stood, dusting off his pants before walking stoically by the logical female's side.

"And no, no one has any damn binoculars. Go to the lobby and get some."