[ As soon as the music box is out of their hands, Rutile picks up something else. A face with numbers on it, and small arrows that turn, but have no motor powering them. as they speak, they twist the gears on the back of its face. ]

I don't believe I've had the pleasure. I've only seen the fruits of your efforts.

[ Suddenly, the clock face explodes and a tiny wooden gyroshei on a spring catapults toward Rutile's face. Rutile ducks and the clock slips from their hands to the floor. ]

What is even the purpose of such a thing?! It does nothing except scare you! If I wanted to leap out of my coat in anger and confusion I would have just stayed home.

[ What a convenient opportunity to not answer Yato's question! ]