"A sandwich gun would be amazing."

"And each thought having a different type. Happiness would definitely be my Aunt Cass's roast beef and mustard."

"Ohhhh I'm glad I can't get hungry, that sounds good."

Tadashi smiles, and leans his head back against the wall. "Aunt Cass is a wizard when it comes to comfort food. She makes these hot wings that could just about start a fire."

"We're gonna need to find you a way back so I can shift human and try those."

"What do you look like, as a human?"

"Lemme show you."

And there's a woman standing before him, grinning, dressed in clothes with a similar theme to her gun-shape - retro futuristic, steel gray and glowing purple, and clean, fluid lines.

He's...he's been holding her in his hands this whole time?

"Wow." 

"Struck speechless by my beauty?"

"I...uh, don't think I'm supposed to admit that?"

It's not a no.

She laughs. "Shy, huh?"

"It's not every day a gun turns into a woman right in front of you."

"Guess it's more common here. Though it's not everyday a cute guy gets dropped on me, either."

"I really don't know how I'm going to go back to using you as a weapon."

A light blush stains his cheeks at the compliment.

"Aw. It's normal here. And getting to know each other does help a lot with syncing."

He is not going to read into 'getting to know each other', he is not going to read into 'getting to know each other'-

"It's very good to put a face to the voice."

"Same! Perception as a weapon's not really sight, for me it's more like - I guess echolocation is the closest?"

“Like a bat?” Tadashi leans in folding his hands. “I guess not like a bat, if it’s more of an awareness thing. It is incredible that you still have memories and perception while a gun.”

"I guess I'm just used to it working like that? But if there was just - brains and circuits - I could see it being weird, yeah."

"I've got the strangest image of a brain with bits of robotics shoved into it," Tadashi laughs.

"Don't have old-school cyborgs, sorry!"

"They wouldn't be as pretty as you, so I really can't complain."

"You are sweet. Bet you know a lot of pretty girls, smart as you are."

"Perhaps...but none who have literally saved my life."

"Hey, you saved me from a while of sitting there bored. Consider it mutual."