[Steve hears the chiming of the computer, the sounds of displeasure, and follows them back to their source. He eases the door to the occupied room open as quietly as he can, shield raised and ready in case he has to take sudden defensive action.
He blinks.
That... sure is an outfit. She looks a bit like a frogman with gear that's too small.]
I'm going to take a wild guess that thing doesn't belong to you. [That thing being the machine that won't let her in.]
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He blinks.
That... sure is an outfit. She looks a bit like a frogman with gear that's too small.]
I'm going to take a wild guess that thing doesn't belong to you. [That thing being the machine that won't let her in.]