"Th-thank you..."
After being grabbed by the head and forcibly pulled out from the fish's mouth by the Pisces director, the female cleaner, covered in slime, lay on the rocks by the shore, tearfully expressing her gratitude:
"If it weren't for you, I might've been eaten by that fish."
"..."
You're welcome, if it weren't for chatting with me for a bit, the Pisces director probably wouldn't have remembered to save you.
Feeling a bit awkward, Leon pulled at the corners of his mouth, handed over his coat, and then looked up to question the Pisces director above:
"Sir Pisces, besides ensuring our safety, did Mr. Taurus say anything else to you?"
"Nope."
After shaking his small... big head, the Pisces director replied:
"Joan just asked me to keep an eye on you guys. If anyone can get out of their fish tank, then tell him he passed... uh... passed some selection and write down the name.
