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[hellburger]

Kazuhira Miller leans against a brick wall covered in the illegible remains of old wheatpaste posters, layered with a smattering of graffiti. With the exception of his bright yellow scarf, his uniform looks entirely at home among the coveralls and drab work clothes of the Industrial District's labor force. Workers representing various species wander past on the way to work sites and factories while others huddle together to eat lunch or enjoy a smoke break.

Miller looks down at his watch compulsively, only to be reminded once again that it stopped the moment he set foot in the Nexus. He sighs, pulls a Rite in the Rain notebook out of his breast pocket, and flips through pages covered in copious notes while he waits for a certain Mobian magus to appear.

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[hellburger]

Miller drags the sole of his boot over the stone to inspect Naugus' handiwork. It seems to pass muster, but he doesn't show it. Instead, he adopts a mockingly cheerful tone and gives a short, choppy wave. "See you around, then. Take care not to fall into any other tricky human traps!"

With that, Kaz turns on his heel and strides back through the portal to address his baffled soldiers.