Grey waited several seconds for an answer, and when none came, his brow slowly rose.
"You know, the whole dramatic silence thing was interesting the first few times, but now it's getting kind of old, so where do I find something that can fix my Frame?"
The angel lady remained quiet inside his mind, which only made Grey's expression flatten further as he realized she was seriously considering refusing to answer again.
"Come on, wings, I'm not asking you where you hide your underwear, I'm asking about something that's currently making half my Neural Frame run twenty times faster than the other half." Grey waited again, received nothing, then sighed and rubbed his forehead. "If you give me another speech about how knowing things is dangerous, I swear to God I'm going to find some way to dunk your ghost ass in a toilet."
"You insolent little—"
