The man pauses mid-screw, and looks over his shoulder with a picture-perfect 'I have no clue what you're talking about' look on his face.<br/><br/>"Umm... what? I've just been working... and I've got that damned witch's song stuck in my head all of a sudden. That's all." The man gives Tzahala a smile and a pats the panel on the wall in front of him. "Come on... we're ahead of schedule now, and if we can finish these up I might be able to buy us a round of drinks over in Pinocchio's bar... they make a pretty good synth-lager."<br/><br/>The man hums one last bar and then starts to turn back, as if the matter has all been cleared and decided.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Judge Intentions, por favor.</div></div>