Up above the hole in the ground, Ira is speaking to her watch:
"Are you certain?"
"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that you said we didn't do this until after..."
"But this reduces our advantage-"
Up above the hole in the ground, Ira is speaking to her watch:
"Are you certain?"
"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that you said we didn't do this until after..."
"But this reduces our advantage-"
Damn. She'll get Bina alone when they're heading to bed then. Shut up brain, not like that.
Well then. Down to time machine selection. That is going to take some time.
It does indeed. There's a lot of different time machines, which are different levels of portable, and meant for different ideal tasks...
They'll be here a while.
"I don't think it needs to be too portable. Except for us needing to get it to your apartment."
"Alright then," Jenn taps a finger against her leg. She sets about identifying all the time machines that would fit in those dimensions, preferably with room to spare.
There's a bit more room if they move the couch, but, yeah...
This one, which would need at least two people to assemble with any speed and looks kind of like a science fiction portal generator, seems to fit the majority of their requirements, but there's also a few others.
She's pretty sure just a wall outlet? Or a big battery, if the power's unreliable, but the past Bina's hoarded a bunch of car batteries and stuff so they have those.
"Night!" she says, to Jenn, to Ant, to Elizabeth (to the thing in her hand that may or may not be listening, and to a second as long as the universe).
"We've got this," Jenn says. "We'll keep people safe."
(There's more than one meaning there, a statement that she has no intention of deferring to Elizabeth.)
"Yeah. I just... It's a lot. And I keep worrying, that this is - bigger. Than anything I've ever done. And I tend to... Kind of screw up a lot. Especially when stuff's important."
She leans into the hug. "I just - keep spinning in my head. I know it's stupid. It always is..."
"Feels worse. The way my brain does it." She laughs, weakly. "I'm going to have so much to talk to my therapist about when this's done..."