Hesitantly, Dante pointed a finger at the blue-haired Gearhead, squinting a little.
"You… don't look too good…"
"You don't say…" Suzuka deadpanned.
She wore work clothes that didn't seem like they had been washed in days, her skin looked paler than usual, and her hair appeared as if a tornado had passed over it.
Dante could only wonder how she could arrive at such a state when she supposedly had complete control over her exterior appearance. She had always looked exhausted whenever he went to pick up Finn, but this time, the situation seemed worse.
"Did the brat do something again?"
"What makes you think he's always the problem?"
The question came from the green-haired android who directed a not-so-intimidating glare at him. Returning the glare, Dante then turned to her owner with a question.
"What's up with her?"
"Don't mind her. She's just being a little grumpy."
"Hmph!"
