[ There is a young boy with some very cattish features perched atop one of the remaining buildings. His posture is languid and he looks incredibly disinclined to help out any of the other workers down there. Terriermon sits next to him, one ear draped across Sissel's shoulders. ]

They picked the wrong guy to ask for home improvement. How am I supposed to help when I don't even know what all of those tools do?

Well... you could always ask!

Hm. Maybe. Or I could keep watching first.