"I'm aware of that, Takatora." I sigh wearily, lifting one hand, thumb to my temple and the rest of my fingers across my forehead, rubbing idly. "I am doing the best I can. Give me a week, I will have it done before the week is out."

I grumble a bit at his distinction between my invention, and the actual physical device belonging to the company. It's not worth pointing out that technically, the device has now been disseminated throughout the city, and not only that, but that we required the data provided by the Beat Riders, and even that patissier.

His voice drops an octave and I open one eye to squint at him. "Hm?"

Oh, that. He's always nagging me, as though he gets any more rest than I do. "Ahh, I dunno, Takatora, I think you'll have to show better credentials to gain access to such personal information."