"...means someone's talking about you somewhere."
"You called me here all the way from Tré-Marq, so this'd better be either really important or really interesting."
"Or a cute animal video, those always brighten my day."
"Trust me sir, you're going to want to see this!"
"BEHOLD! Our state of the art Super Secret Fleebnork Spy Drone!"
"Do you have to do that every time? I invented the damned thing, I know what it is."
"I'm legally obligated to do that, yes. It's in the contract you made me sign, sir."
"...Remind me to double-check all legal documents I've written while intoxicated."
The spy chief turns on the projector as it makes an outdated whirring sound and a vague recording appears on the screen...
"Wait, is that..."
"We've obtained this footage through sheer luck while we were recording the Fleebnork activity, and we believe these scientists are on the hunt for Maniac Beer, just as you are."
Ragn stares with bated breath, his eyes focused on Ameeno. Only after a short period does he notice the keg.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"A seemingly antique keg of what appears to be yellow Maniac Beer, indeed."
The greying scientist mumbles under his breath. "...So she's a bit of a collector, huh?"
Ragn lets out a sigh of relief as they watch the ships fly away just in time.
"...And that's it. What shall we do now, sir?"
"Tell everyone to contact me with their latest updates, have your spies find and follow those ships, get me information on the possible locations of the remaining kegs and a ride back to Tré-Marq with accompanying troops."
"Yes, sir!"
"Oh miss Asyd. At first you had my curiosity…but now you have my full attention."