[[Kimblee will find Kato actually...being surprisingly manly today; he's lying on his back underneath one of the bigger parts of his machine, securing a few screws with a small drill, his glasses, coat and cravat discarded off to the side. When his superior enters, he slides himself out from under the machine, brushing off his pants and unrolling his sleeves, previously pushed up past his elbows.]]

As always, sir. No rest for the wicked.

[[Have a painfully self-aware smirk after that little quip.]]

What can I do for you at this fine hour? Ah, congratulations on the anniversary, by the way.