"A screwdriver?" Tenpou leans back in his chair until it's balanced on two legs, then adjusts his grease-smudged glasses to get a better look at her. What did she said her name was? Francine? Frenchie? Something like that, anyway. "I see. A screwdriver accomplishes the same purpose as a hammer, but with more finesse and somewhat less brute force." He waves his hand vaguely in the direction of the mirrored wall, and adds: "You know, Francine, you get more points if you expand on the answers a bit. I've been on the other side of that glass more than once... I've already failed Ranger screening three times, actually!" Tenpou says it with a hint of pride.

"So let's see..." he begins, returning to he original point of the conversation. "What time of day do you accomplish the most? Hmm... any time of day. I don't need sleep as long as there's coffee." This, of course, is ridiculous - even if Tenpou doesn't sleep in his bed (which is covered in Chinese takeout containers in various stages of decomposition and fossilization), he still tends to pass out at random in his lab or in the cafeteria. But those little catnaps don't count. "How about you? You strike me as a morning person."