[Ed can't quite decide whether to look impressed or indignant at getting upstaged as he watches the display, his second attempt at tunnelling through the door behind him temporarily forgotten. Either way, though, he's not about to look away as the kid gets to work on the ceiling, if only to ensure himself a moment's warning before they both fall to their death.
He lets out a low whistle.] You're not a chimera by any chance, are you?
[Naturally, there's no way distracting somebody with a handful of blades could turn out to be a bad idea.]
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He lets out a low whistle.] You're not a chimera by any chance, are you?
[Naturally, there's no way distracting somebody with a handful of blades could turn out to be a bad idea.]