"Well, if you give her name and contact information my robot can follow up on that, and you won't be inconveniencing it at all because it's a robot."

"Oh well in that case I don't actually," she quips back, sticking her tongue at her brother.

"Loser."

But would a loser smile at her brother like this?

Apparently.

"Questions, comments, recriminations?"

Apparently not.

Aisha returns from kicking the body in time to leave.

The two vehicles meet up where they planned the handoff, with psych orderlies for grief-mad wives and fosters for the kids. Plumata debirds people one at a time.

During this process is Galea perhaps a bug????

"Rete please ask Skitter what she's even doing here."

Well right now she's trying to figure out if wasps can survive in molten metal if you dip them in water first because if so that would come in real handy right about now. And separately she's finishing up with some mooks three blocks from that. 

"Tell her I'm cleaning up the rest of the city. And congrats."

"What is THAT supposed to mean?"

It means you're invited to dinner at our place! South East Outremont.

"I assume I'm the guest of honor," mutters Zephyr, which Rete adds to the group chat for her.

Didn't think you'd want be?

I mean, I'm glad he's dead, I was just sort of hoping for a slightly neater operation than we got.