Two pairs of eyes peered into the garage, accompanied by appropriate sound effects, "Jiiiiiiii--"

"Nene, Izumi." One of them loudly whispered.

"Yes Izuki?" The other replied.

"Should we go in Izumi?"

"Izumi doesn't know. Izumi thinks they look like weirdos..."

"Izuki thinks so too. Izuki thinks we should leave."

"Izumi thinks so too. But the tanks are cool."

"They are actually but still."

The twin pair of heads nodded in agreement and began to tiptoe their way out. However, their legs were in too much of an agreement and they promptly fell over each other and rolled into the door way, in sight of the four already in the garage. Cursing in unison, the twins attempted to untangle themselves and make a hasty get away, but the damage had been done. Their cover was blown and they just looked awkwardly at the other girls and in unison attempted to make small talk as they tried to roll away, still tangled, "Y-yo... nice... weather? Tanks?"