Curiosity, and that's it, [Javert repeats heavily, a like a rock plopping through still waters.] You would swear it?

[Javert's eyes follow the roomba as it putters about the floor. He has no idea what it is, and if Marco's watching closely, he'll witness a vampire neatly sidestepping to avoid touching the thing as it slowly approaches him. He smooths his coat.]

Well. I shall have to hear for myself if the rest of the crew reports the same story. I have plenty of names. Saint-Germain, Kaito, Joestar, BlueBlur Sonic the Blue Metal Boy. Atem.

[That last name puzzles him. The rest? Not surprising. Especially the Sonic kid, who seemed intent on blasting out of Ryslig from the day he popped in, and quite loudly, he may add.

Javert raises his head from the roomba when it finally putters away.]

At ease, Evangelisti. The hard question is over, and I have nothing to confiscate from your personal portraits and your husband's engineering marvels. The only other matter I would like to know is this:

Who would you say led the operation, ground-side and up in the air? They concern me most of all.