If Zetta could tell such things, he didn't give any indication. (He couldn't. That sort of thing isn't on the status screen.)
"You're pretty hardcore for a normal human," Zetta said. "Even with that stuff I can't quite figure out." Damn you, useless description text! "So I'm tying to figure out what's with the moping. But you keep dodging that question! So it's time to apply my Overlord-level powers of deduction to this case."
He appraised Ophelia thoughtfully, then the direction she'd been looking. Then Ophelia. Then the direction she'd been looking.
Something around a minute passed.
"Ah ha! You're waiting for someone to come out of the pods!" Zetta deduced, quite proud of himself. The Ovelord, ladies and gentleman. Stare in wonder and amazement.
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"You're pretty hardcore for a normal human," Zetta said. "Even with that stuff I can't quite figure out." Damn you, useless description text! "So I'm tying to figure out what's with the moping. But you keep dodging that question! So it's time to apply my Overlord-level powers of deduction to this case."
He appraised Ophelia thoughtfully, then the direction she'd been looking. Then Ophelia. Then the direction she'd been looking.
Something around a minute passed.
"Ah ha! You're waiting for someone to come out of the pods!" Zetta deduced, quite proud of himself. The Ovelord, ladies and gentleman. Stare in wonder and amazement.