[ Midnight watches the door too, hoping against hope that it's enough. He's a professional at listening, yes, but he'd rather the other party be happy to share. Coercion has no place in these sorts of exchanges.

He sighs, then turns his attention to the small toy in Mr. Kitsuragi's hand, peering at it. He understands the explanation on its face, certainly, but he inspects the small object, peering this way and that, like he's never seen anything like it before. ]

... I don't know what this is. Is it some sort of model vehicle from your world? I see wings, but... Are these outriggers for a watercraft? Or does this fly, like a drone?

[ Every kid has a toy plane, sure... In worlds where airplanes exist. Midnight has no conception of flight at a commercial level, and his fascination with the small craft is simple and sincere. ]