D'Artagnan heard the rhythmic thump thump thump of back-flipping coming toward him but didn't turn around. He was too busy squinting, muttering, and scratching his beak-y upper lip in consternation.

He leaned to the side to see the button the young maiden pointed to. He sighed. He appreciated levers so more than power buttons. "'Twould appreciate the middle one. I need to warm up before the barrage setting."