Sprite was burning as she walked down the hall.

Who did Clara think she was? A ninja. Who’s a ninja to tell Sprite what she can and cannot do when it comes to machines? And a blonde ninja at that! Sprite could talk with, create, or manipulate machines better than anyone. Sprite was a mechanics ace!

And Clara didn’t think Sprite could perform a simple dagger? Of course she could pull a dagger. She could stab anything.

Dagger my ace.

She would set up her dagger and find Ran before Clara could even get through another megakilo of info boxes.