[ Aisha stares sadly at the useless, dumb skeleton. With feeling, ]

Yeah, well, fuck you too.

[ As punishment for his betrayals, Alec's lap becomes victim and pillow for Aisha as she throws herself back on the bed, sighing with emphasized melancholgy, throwing a hand over her forehead like a damsel in distress. Her boots kick up onto a beam of Palamedes' bed, marking satisfying dark lines where the rubber and wood connect.

Her face falls to the side, away from Palamedes. He's a liar who has done nothing but betray her over and over, so she lies, ] Yeah.

[ But truthfully, ] It's not like I have a manual. Can't give you the parahuman equation that spawned Imp.

[ Aisha pulls her mask down, letting it fall over her throat as she asks Alec, ] Is the four-eyes always like this?