[ Given Roland's build, he's expecting a struggle to win. And indeed, it's close—they remain stuck in the middle for quite some time, biceps bulging as both of them exert their muscles in a bid to overpower the other. But slowly, the odds begin to tip in Roland's favour and though he fights to the very end, he inevitably ends up with his hand against the table, signalling his loss.

Ratio exhales heavily, almost making a noise of disappointment, but he shakes out his wrist and holds out his hand for a handshake. ]

Good match. It seems I'm the one who's been growing soft as of late. Now, what information should I provide you...

[ Most of Ratio's life back home is public. What he keeps private is intensely so, and not something he would divulge on a whim to a stranger. So he ponders on it for a moment before coming to a decision. ]

Back home, part of my annual income comes from the sale of self-care products I formulated for myself. I was convinced by a business-minded colleague that they had potential on the market, and allowed her to handle the marketing and distribution. Others have since tried to use my name without consent to promote their products, to the tune of about five to ten cease-and-desist letters per fiscal year.