It was early afternoon when Glass sensed her approach. Sitting in a meditative position, the Namekian was mentally preparing himself for what he felt would be an intense and likely destructive battle. Nearby, his sons sparred with one another, while Popo tended to the Lookout's gardens. Both ended as the android landed.

Standing, Glass greeted his opponent. "Well met, Vera." He raised an eyebrow at the bag the woman carried, though he did not ask its contents. "I understand you taught my sons yesterday? I hope that doesn't become a habit, I'd hate for you to run out of surprises." Cracking his neck, the Namekian entered a loose fighting stance, his right leg leading and his arms bent. Silic and Sodius floated up to the roof of their home, and settled in to enjoy watching the fight.