He walked then, once he was sure that the man turned little hummingbird wouldn't be squirming his way loose until he deemed it so. Slowly out of the room that the music box had been held in, as if to keep from some quick attempt to steal it again. Even as 76 was finding his senses despite the rage, it was expected, they hadn't planned other than to know it was coming.

This wasn't his first part.

"Do you really think that's good enough?" The jaws of the skull weren't moving, but those pupil-like lights did brighten, showing whatever expression couldn't be made through that alone. "An excuse like that?"