*shrugs* I dunno. I was too busy running.

The Repairman peered past Whooves, towards where the ramp was left. There was no sign of the Photoshop-esque-swirl anymore.

The Repairman sighed in annoyance. His new tagalong wasn’t likely to take the bait if the Brits were no longer an issue.

“All right, you can tag along. But you stay outside the room I work in. The anons give me enough trouble in there as it is.”