[h2]Othis[/h2]
“You don’t need to worry, I don’t have the equipment to prod that deep with me at the moment. In fact, I believe I can only make a surface level analysis without using 3x3 HERMES because your data seems to be in some sort of flux. Also, now that you mentioned Code Casting,” Othis said as she raised a finger, producing a blueish holographic screen. It was displaying Meltryllis' Servant Matrix, a more organized and machine-like way of presenting the typical data most Masters would have access through their Master’s vision. However, most of the fields were showing fluctuating values, or were outright blank, though some of them were slowly getting more fixed as Othis used her parallel processing capabilities to analyze whatever data her eyes could gather about this strange Servant.

“I don’t know how you know about spiritron hacking theory since the results of that research haven’t been released to the public yet, but I suppose it has to do with the reason why you are so irregular,” Othis said after Meltryllis mentioned something that should be known only to those who dwell within the Titans’ pit at such a moment in time. “Since your ability to hide your data doesn’t seem to come from any known Noble Phantasm and your existence wasn’t predicted by TRI-HERMES when it analyzed all the possibly summonable Heroic Spirits of the past, I can at least deduce one thing for certain,” the silver-haired alchemist said, making a short pause as she dismissed the display and pointed towards Meltryllis. “You are a being from the future, right?” she said in a completely deadpan way, not minding at all how insane her deduction might sound to others.

[i]“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever is left, no matter how improbable it’s, must be the truth,”[/i] Othis remembered the words of a certain detective as she too tried to piece an interesting mystery just for the sake of it.

“By the way, would you matter if finish my order while we talk?” she asked in a nearly sheepish voice as she looked at the towering pancakes that were getting colder with every passing moment.

[h2]Mordred[/h2]
“Very well, then we shall, erm… get going with you,” Mordred said after Lancelot’s reply. The fact that she was getting more and more apprehensive with the prospect of finally meeting her father once again was painfully visible on her face as well as the way the blonde knight fidgeted with her clothes, trying to fix any perceived imperfection, whether they there or not.

“I wonder if Father will think that these clothes are alright? If I— if I knew it, I would probably have something more formal…” Mordred kept mumbling to herself as she and Seria followed Lancelot. “Perhaps, I can have my armor, but… what if I do that and Father thinks I’m trying to provoke her?” she continued, going through her thoughts like a nervous trainwreck, going as far as unconsciously reach for Seria’s hand and squeezing it with all of her normal strength. Which, just like her father’s, wasn’t that very great when she wasn’t using her Servant powers or Mana Burst.