The voice was close. Even amidst the cacophony of music surrounding him, Ample Time could still discern that the words were directed at him.0

His expression instinctively grew serious. Swiftly turning his head, he caught sight of the girl sitting by the bar.0

Under the dim light, what came into view first was a head full of rebellious short green hair.0

Even in Boulder Town, such a striking hair color was exceedingly rare.0

She wasn't tall, rather slender, and beneath her tousled bangs were mismatched eyes. Her left eye was notably distorted, most likely a bionic or some sort of prosthetic eye. Her refined nose bridge and chin appeared as if they had been surgically altered, or perhaps were technological marvels themselves.0

Ample Time's gaze lowered, landing on her left shoulder where he could see large pieces of metal components, akin to Gale's arm.0

However, Gale's metallic arm, after all, bore the mark of the Pioneer, appearing far more sophisticated than what adorned her.0

The girl paid no mind to Ample Time's direct...0