Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

A little spray of water hit the Tailor’s head, which was more to say they felt the Surface’s waterfalls pass behind their neck. When they turned to see who to give a piece of their mind to, they saw the Scientist a few seats back smirk obliquely. Were those goggles enhanced for sniping or something? Before they could say anything, however, he had already put down the atomiser, and turned his attention back to the notes, one of which had a suspicious glow to it. The atomiser got picked up again, this time much more quickly. Looks like it wasn’t the first time either