[ Jumin’s not panicking. He’s quite confident that the boy does indeed have the antidote to his current affliction, so he stands there as Yew rummages through his bag, filling in the silence as he waits. ]

I agree. We should come up with a strategy for the bird’s capture. My weapon allows me to wrap ribbons around my tar— [ And his mouth is petrified.

And now it isn’t. ]

—gets. Ah, you found it in nine seconds. Good, but there’s always room for improvement.