Gary walks past Psii with a flip of his hair. "Rude," he huffs, prancing into the dark room with his chin held high. His confidence is manufactured; Gary can't really see where he's going, and moments into his search he violently stubs his toe on a table leg. Gary curses loudly and halts his progress.

"I found it!" he declares, voice strained as he gently nurses his throbbing foot. "I found the table. It's here. Good. My search methods are flawless. I hope you're taking notes!"