As the sound fades, quiet laughter comes from behind Kohaku. A young woman with blue hair is standing there, in a skin-tight suit of white polymers, glowing blue lines of LEDs traced up along them.

"You really want me to handle this, big brother?" she says, a ghost of the same autotuned sound in her voice, plainly addressing the wolfling, and he yips once, then flops on his side, making room on the yoga mat beside him for her.

Smiling, she walks forward and kneels, plainly amused by the situation.

"That was clever," she says. "Okay. Ask SAGE any questions you want, and I'll translate for him."