"Fiiiiiiiiine." If everybody kept on making such a big stink about it, she should probably do something. Groaning, Tyzias flops out of her dumpster, snaps the fingers of her mechanical hand, and... a teal blowtorch erupts from her index finger. She begins carving runes into the side of her dumpster, occasionally checking a notebook at her side. Gongenzaka's nose can discern that Tyzias, outside the dumpster, is... oddly scentless. As in completely lacking in any kind of smell.