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Moment of Awesome: Laurie Collins/Wallflower: Having narrowly avoided Laurie's post-mission survey, Kyle Gibney gives her the in-person version while investigating her prosthetic arm. "Dude, how about I tell you that you did fine, that we all know you're kinda weirdly clinical when you're in doctor mode, and nobody's gonna be accusing you of being any more than the like, seventeen percent robot you already are." Kyle answered. "Also yo, see, this is what I mean. I'd rather have a doctor who is like, able to joke about my butt, not one sending me a survey that asked me to rate the quality of my medical care on a one to ten scale." He paused. "Also I want that bag of my teeth back. The tooth fairy owes me twenty bucks." “Well, technically I’m a cyborg, as a robot does not have any biological parts.” Laurie grinned at him, knowing his likely reaction to her correction. “Also, I have already disposed of your biological contaminants, you will just have to pull that many teeth again if you truly want the tooth fairy to visit. Although given our luck with mythological creatures, I would not suggest pushing your luck.” "Yeah, then the tooth fairy owes me fifty bucks and they're even more in the hole." Kyle pointed out. "Eh, tooth fairy shows up here, ima fight them for my money. That's my entire plan for fairy shit, punch it until I get money. Leprechauns, teeth fairies, dwarves." He snagged a chair with his foot and plopped down on it backwards. "So, scoop me on the on-a-boat portion of that shitshow of a visit to the briny depths, because I was sleeping off dental work when you guys did the recap. Anything cool happen?" “Sharks can jump really high, or possibly Sharknados are an actual thing.” Laurie’s head dropped slightly to the side, almost like a puppy as she thought about the battle on the ship, or was it a boat? She’d have to look up what the difference was. She was almost positive it had something to do with number of sails, or possibly the size. “Also, I think I tazed an octopus…or possibly a giant squid. Also the guy with the shadow type powers. Ty? I can’t remember his name, he ate crabs that were crawling on me.” "Ty? Yo, I'll have to invite him to the shit I ate a live crab club. He did good emergency work getting people over to the ship in a pinch, even if Ev said he was like, distracted." Kyle said, thoughtfully. "So you finally got the Taser put in the arm?" He poked at Laurie's prosthetic with a claw out, and tapped against it's shell. "Which one of our resident nerds did you bribe into designing you a finger Taser, and do you gotta do finger guns to make it work, because if you don't, I am gonna fire you." He did not in fact have authorization to do that. Exactly. "I think it was Doug that did the bribing, although I suppose Hank might have been the one to work out the miniaturization. We appear to have many, many people these days who like to do things just to prove they can, although I am also one of those people if a little more organically focused." Laurie mused, pulling the arm off after pushing in several fail safe buttons that attached it to the rest of her arm. She passed it to Kyle so he could take a closer look at the mechanism. "I still need to get someone to work on the amount of power it draws, I had to switch to a gun at the end. As to Ty, he might make a good addition to our team. We need more distance fighters that can also pass for heavy close up hitters if need be." "I have no idea how this works and you didn't answer the finger guns question." Kyle actually knew three whole things about Laurie's arm. How to remove it safely, how to charge it for her, and how to release the fingers so he could move them around. Which is why the arm was now giving Laurie a thumbs up. "Okay, so Ty. Because he ate a crab?" “Yes Ty because he ate a crab.” Laurie rolled her eyes at the thumbs up gesture but picked up a tube of cream she kept at her desk as took a closer look at the socket on what was left of her arm. She tried to make sure she took extra special care of it in case of friction or sores. “He seemed to keep his cool under pressure and a new situation, which is not completely unwanted in what we will be doing. Also, he thought I was weird, which is almost a prerequisite for dealing with any of the scientists on this team. He and Darcy will get along just fine.”