"I'm Alia," replies the blond woman in the labcoat. "And someone, according to Blues..." She's braced to explain both her lack of last name and that she just arrived herself when there's an interruption in the form of a small and very enthusiastic five year old.

"Hi! Did you find another piece? They're all over. Dad's trying to get them to let us stay and help match up all the bits. It's like a big puzzle! Oh! I think I know where that one goes! It's one of the car bits, which are bigger than the circuit bits and are being matched up over there where the guy with the stripy hair is. His name's Punk, I think. Oh, my name's Tad Nigma. What's your name?"