Hey now. Let's not jump the gun or anything! They took away my nanobots, my dear Alita... everything! At least let an old man have his flan. I feel like it's the only thing I can hope to look forward to anymore. Tell you what? Why don't you leave the flan for one of my friends to pick up, and I'll see what I can do about getting these stiffs to wheel me out somewhere for us to chat. Promise.

And trust me, I've been looking around for her, but like I said, it's easy to lose people here. Heck, it took until now for us to talk, right?

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Huh? What kind of question is that, Sechs? You should know that better than anyone. You get hit in the head or something?