[ while writing down what wrathion had to say, daylight is unable to hide the bitter twist of his mouth when he learns how the mayor wants them gone.

trust them, buddy: they would be hightailing it out of here if you so much as pointed to the direction of a maybe exit. he continues to worry for his friends back home, wondering how the flow of time works here and back home.

but- being bitter and resentful won't get anyone anywhere and he needs to make sure this information is accurate as possible, so he's confident in reviewing it later. he jots down that tidbit, frowning in thought at some of the things he had gotten down. ]

So there's a divide amongst the town with our appearance here. The mayor or the chief of police isn't directly responsible for us being here but he's complicit all the same. [ again: if he wanted them gone, he can show them the way out and he'll, for sure, happily take it.

he taps at one line in particular, intrigued by it: ] What was the third party's name? Do you think we can work with them, if we have to?