Metallic Rouge (メタリックルージュ)

Where's Malik?

'Fraid he caught himself a little cold.

One hell of a bug goin' around this year.

-A real shame, huh? -

Hm.

Mind if I take a peek inside?

Hm.

Rouge, mind helping me?

-There we go. -

Huh? Huh.

-Hm. -

One hell of a bug, huh?

Looks like it was strong enough to kill Malik.

Malik?

No! Poor Malik!

I can't believe you were done in

by something as simple as a cold!

Cut it with the bullshit!

Let me assure you, I'm being dead serious.

It's time to tell us who you are.

Who am I?

- - Rouge.

- - Hey, Rouge.

Here. Take care of this.

Oh, sure thing.

- - Watch it, girl.

Huh. My bad.

I'm so sorry. She's a little new at this.

It's time to get back up.

No more spacing out. Here.

Hm.

-Huh. -Why does she keep bothering

with girls like that?

I guess even Sarah has some bad habits.

Hold on.

Where'd it go?

-Huh. -Need this?

Yeah! I appreciate it!

Cut the crap, Scar Head! Get cleaning!

Don't slack off, you lazy Nean!

My apologies.

We're done for this evening.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yes, Miss Sarah. See you tomorrow.

Huh.

You're certain it's gone?

Yeah, but it was here a few hours ago.

-Then please, use mine. -

That's no solution.

If I take yours, you'll stop working,

and we both know that they would discard you.

- -Huh?

Keep it real, rookie.

- -

But you'll need a shot of Nectar

before the day ends, too.

I'm certain it must be around here somewhere.

Right.

- -What a day.

And who'll be entertaining our star tonight?

Someone from Panacea.

Talk about a patron with everything you want.

Here's to Sarah Fitzgerald.

For keeping food on all the workers' tables

at Club Canal, we raise 'em up!

Seen Kevin lately?

What's that ray of sunshine doing?

Check it!

Not only does Nectar sell for a fortune,

but when a real flesh and blood human tries it out,

they say we finally get a taste

-of heaven on earth. -Huh.

Don't come crying if that backfires.

They all got the Asimov Code

programmed into 'em.

Couldn't hurt a human even if they wanted to.

Actually, I heard that the Neans are alien spies

sent to live among us.

You gotta be some kinda stupid

if you think they're like the visitors.

So, tweet-tweet! What do you think?

This all seems wrong. It might not be her.

Oh? Elaborate.

Hmm. Well...

To be honest, I'm going off vibes.

We can't put stock in that.

Who was that man with her?

A Panacea executive.

I think his name's Herman.

- Herman Heyward? - That's it!

I checked him out as well as I could...

but I didn't see a Nectar intake port anywhere on him.

What will looking tell you?

Aren't you the same?

- Yeah, yeah. - Tweet! Tweet!

You need to stick to Sarah like white on rice,

otherwise you'll never get proof!

Then we'll take some tweeting action.

Tweet. Behind the theater.

Meet me there at noon. Tweet.

- What for? - Your regular report.

Ah.

Still self-aware?

Probably.

Ah! Roger!

- -

Huh? The hell?

- -

- -

-Are you all right? -

A red Gladiator found me here?

Sarah!

You're safe.

- -Hm.

Are you all right?

This just in about

the tragic murders in the warehouse district.

We've received footage sent to us

-by an anonymous citizen. -Hm?

Unfortunately, the video seems

to be distorted around the figure in red,

but they are presently the top suspect.

- If we look here... - Would ya

-gimme a break? -Been some sort of interference.

I know, it must've been the same guy.

That's what he looked like.

That's what I'm saying! He showed up here, too!

The sender's name was not provided, ma'am.

I see.

I beg you.

Give it back!

Give me my Nectar!

You actin' defective?

-What're you talkin' about? -

- -Huh.

Please, sir. Give it back to me!

- -Hm?

Hm?

-It be like that sometimes. -

Glad ya made it.

You too, whoever you are.

Tweet, tweet!

Oh! The bird's voice!

I had no idea there was an actual person

talking through the bird.