Croissant Cookie wanders the halls of the Time Balance Department, sweating as she leaves the Technology Development Division. It seems like she has just finished tinkering with her signature timecraft, gloves soaked in oil and grease as her trusty golden wrench hangs loosely from her hand.

She looks like she’s tired, having pulled another all-nighter to add more features to the derelict. She huffs as she moves past the door, spinning her wrench in her hand to try and keep herself awake.

“Geez… What time even is it?”

She mumbles to herself, quickly glancing at one of the clocks in the halls. They never really work right, but they should give a good estimate… She’s spent almost the entire day working.