"It's me, it's me!"
Ji Xiaoge waved her hand vigorously, then lowered her altitude a bit, so that even the Great Craftsmen with poor eyesight could see her clearly: "I am Night Song! It's Little Pigeon!"
"Ah, so it was Little Pigeon."
"Speaking of which, that tear gas grenade Little Pigeon just threw was kind of interesting."
"Are you sure that thing was tear gas!? Not some kind of quirky food?"
"Damn, don't mention it, last time when I helped her modify a couple of radiator designs, the next day she brought me some snacks, nearly made me sick."
"Oh ho, and I was wondering why you were feeling under the weather hugging your cannon rack, turns out you got a stomach ache."
"Enough with the pointless chatter, what do you think of Little Pigeon's technical skills..."
"A bit lacking, but she was trained by that big shot from Sky Pillar Mountain, so even if she's lacking, it shouldn't be too bad, right?"
