"Cool! I'll have to practice a lot."

"Yep. Every time you zot a thing the bot will learn more about how to anticipate you."

"Awesome, no way that fucker Lung will escape me now."

"Uh, well, he'll have a harder time closing and the suit will hold up against a modest amount of fire but please don't be rash."

"With the gun, I don't even need to be close enough for him to notice me."

"He'll know something's happened when suddenly the things around him are ten minutes ahead of where they were."

"Yeah, but I'll still be pretty far from him and can retreat and stuff, he can't just literally swat me aside like he did."

"I guess. But please don't get yourself killed overextending something I gave you, I would feel guilty."

"Fine. But I still want to get that fucker."

"That's understandable."

She grabs a pen and reaches to scratch under the leg cast. "Hate this. Can't wait to get it off, but they said I shouldn't go out for at least a week after that. Ugh."

"Well, at least you won't be itchy for that week."

"No but I'll have to run water over it all the time and rest and be still and I've been still for weeks."

"Sorry. The shoulderbot's distracting you as best it can."

"Yeah, like, it's much better with it around, and going out on ambulances to help people is cool, too, but it's still being carted around everywhere and cooped up and ugh."

"Well, not much longer."

"Yeah I know but it's almost worse because of that."

"Anyway, any last-minute suit input?"

"I dunno, make it look sleek?"

"I can do sleek."

"Cool! Thanks!"

"You're welcome." And off goes Lorica to tinker.

And a few days later, Rewind's released from the "hospital" which just happens to be inside the PRT building. Glam, of course, throws her another party, because why not.

Robots fetch ice cream cake.

"Ooh cake, I want some. With my own arms. I can move, ha!"