Eh? [ Mockingbird turned to the newcomer, pivoting in his seat on the pew. His hands were replaced by his feet, unceremoniously kicking them up on the backrest of the pew in front of him. ]

Maybe... this was more the Promoter's thing. Stuffy, old men bore me. I'd tell you to ask him about it, but... he's dead. ✩

[ Another glance towards the door. Still no Wretched Egg. This new Lullaby the Administrators were playing must really tire her out... ]

I'm just here because I have nothing better to do.