human
Rom:  Growling in frustration, too tall for the entrance, was the bald giant Rom, whom Subaru had grown used to seeing at this point. His face was red, his blood pressure probably high.
gpt
Subaru:  "If you get all angry like that, you’ll pop a blood vessel. Even if we had modern medicine, I’d say your situation looks pretty bad."
human
Rom:  "If you think it’s so bad for me, then don’t make me angry! Just who are you anyway?! I’m not supposed to let anyone in today, so scram!"
gpt
Felt:  Who had been hiding behind Subaru’s back and just peeked out from behind him. "Uh… Sorry about that. This guy is actually my customer, so could you please let him in?"
human
Rom:  Rom slowly relaxed his shoulders.
gpt
Felt:  As Felt looked between a disappointed Rom and a whistling Subaru, she let out a sigh. "You really have a terrible personality, kid. Without being too mean, it’s simply the worst. Anyway, we’re coming in, Rom." As Felt slipped past Rom, still looking down, she entered the loot cellar as if it were her own place.
human
Rom:  Rom first looked at Felt for further explanation but was ignored, so he turned his annoyed face toward Subaru.
gpt
Subaru:  "She really marches to the beat of her own drummer, huh? Us normal guys just get left behind, am I right?"
human
Rom:  "I’d like to start back at square one, where I was first teaching her what different words meant… Anyway, get inside." With the tone of a man who had given up and washed his hands of everything, before shrinking his giant body back away into the cellar.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru followed after Rom into the dusty air of the loot cellar. He tossed a few cautious glances this way and that, but fortunately there was no sign that Elsa or Not-Satella were hiding somewhere inside.