"Power Rangers, huh?" Innocent face. Innocent face. "So you're from a variation of Earth with superheroes. Nice."
He chuckles. "Yeah, I learned that lesson a few times myself. Not from monsters, I mean, more from rain and kids playing and stuff. Government-secured testing labs are better for that sort of stuff anyway. Much less pleasant than the park, but with fewer ambient Frisbees."
"Yeah, I anticipate a few blowups." Allen looks mildly concerned for a moment, but shrugs it off. "I sincerely doubt Stacy's programming will allow her to let any crewmembers inflict too much damage on each other without interference, but hopefully the peacemaking types on board can keep everyone chilled out long enough for that to be a problem for later. And personally, I haven't got a lot of regard for Stacy's rules in regards to her wiring." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a steel contraption that looks like a pocket knife on steroids, and deftly flips it into a pair of pliers before spinning it on his fingers and returning it to his pocket. "Energy tentacles or not, I'm here to void some warranties."
He returns the Supertool to his pocket. "I gotta say, between all the pyrokinetics and Kryptonians, it's nice to run into another science-minded human. What's your area of expertise? Or areas, if you're a polymath."
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He chuckles. "Yeah, I learned that lesson a few times myself. Not from monsters, I mean, more from rain and kids playing and stuff. Government-secured testing labs are better for that sort of stuff anyway. Much less pleasant than the park, but with fewer ambient Frisbees."
"Yeah, I anticipate a few blowups." Allen looks mildly concerned for a moment, but shrugs it off. "I sincerely doubt Stacy's programming will allow her to let any crewmembers inflict too much damage on each other without interference, but hopefully the peacemaking types on board can keep everyone chilled out long enough for that to be a problem for later. And personally, I haven't got a lot of regard for Stacy's rules in regards to her wiring." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a steel contraption that looks like a pocket knife on steroids, and deftly flips it into a pair of pliers before spinning it on his fingers and returning it to his pocket. "Energy tentacles or not, I'm here to void some warranties."
He returns the Supertool to his pocket. "I gotta say, between all the pyrokinetics and Kryptonians, it's nice to run into another science-minded human. What's your area of expertise? Or areas, if you're a polymath."