[The Spine's stares are--as always--completely ineffective in stirring up even the tiniest sliver of guilt in the copper automaton's bubbling boiler, Rabbit simply plowing on straight ahead with this obvious scheme, her hands gripped tightly around her brother as he was steered into the hallway.

She continued blabbering on as if he'd said nothing.] --An' then th' two o' us can l-look into gettin' new instruments! [There was a awkwardly dancing snake sitting in their path before she gently nudged the CyBuddy aside with her foot before meeting The Spine's unimpressed gaze.] I was thinkin' we should look into a new color scheme. Red an' black gets kinda dull after a hundred-some years.... What about yellow an' blue? I think we could pull it off, even with yer coloring.

[Call the cops all you want, The Spine. She's not getting caught.]