Mello glared at the penguins, pausing, then shrugged and walked in the room, too, sprawling in a chair near the table. This was basic stuff, nothing deeply secret or anything. It was just the natives he didn't want seeing, but that obviously didn't describe these guys.

Once Edward closed the door, he set aside the remains of his chocolate bar and pulled the extra journal he had bought and a screwdriver out of his jacket pocket. "You're going to have to sit fairly close; these parts are small to begin with and these are miniature versions." Mello began unscrewing the cover with practiced ease, setting the first screw carefully aside.