"Idiot..." Rita murmurs as her gaze drifts from the data in front of her, to meeting Ignatius's eyes. "You shouldn't have taken the bait."
And yet, even as her pragmatic side thinks that, there's a part of her that's actually kind of happy he did.
She nods to confirm what Strange reports, then dispels the interface with a sweep of her hand. To Yuya, she explains, "I can't do much either... Even if I could hack the machines, there must be thousands of them. They might run out of power by themselves over time, but we don't exactly have time to waste." The Mother of Invention must be counting on that, too.
Strange's fireball, in the meantime, just gets a weird look from her. He's not planning on trying anything weird again, is he? Like that kiss from earlier.
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And yet, even as her pragmatic side thinks that, there's a part of her that's actually kind of happy he did.
She nods to confirm what Strange reports, then dispels the interface with a sweep of her hand. To Yuya, she explains, "I can't do much either... Even if I could hack the machines, there must be thousands of them. They might run out of power by themselves over time, but we don't exactly have time to waste." The Mother of Invention must be counting on that, too.
Strange's fireball, in the meantime, just gets a weird look from her. He's not planning on trying anything weird again, is he? Like that kiss from earlier.