🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Genza stares at the sheet for a long time, then at the woman's face, then back at the sheet, then back at the face, trying to discern a hint of mockery or some other emotion. "Hmm... I can't quite grasp how this is supposed to help us with the black can situation. It feels like I'm being asked to do someone else's homework. Or maybe it's like taking a journalistic interview - but usually, that's done within certain limits," he squints suspiciously. "No offense, but this whole thing looks stranger and stranger with each passing minute."