At this point in time, while their creator was off catfishing a grafted warrior and their fellow kaijin were acting like spies in deep enemy territory, the Ragnarockers were enjoying the serenity of relatively easy guard duty.
The trio didn't hang around on the roof of the workshop in their shrunken forms, nor were they inside of the building in their fully grown forms.
Instead, to help maintain stealthiness, they took up their human disguises and hid at three vantage points that were relatively close to the forge.
That way, they would be able to handle any possible enemies that came from any particular direction.
[Well,this is a particularly relaxing state of affairs,] Hurricroak mused. [I figiured by now, somebody would've tried to do something incredibly stupid.]
[It's only been an hour or so, Hurricroak,] Nepherage retorted.
[Give it...time...] Frosttusk agreed.
