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True to his word, Allen has diagnostic exams ready for the taking. A stack of personal screens from the media lab sits next to his work table in the Engineering department, all programmed with tests. Long ones, since they're diagnostic, not cumulative.

One of them is, in fact, programmed with Superboy's name on it. Because Allen is a smartass like that.

"You know Stace, it would be nice if I could have a sign for the door. 'Open Call for Students-slash-Teachers,' something like that," he says, as he roots through the engineering department, looking for just such a thing to make a sign with.

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Sparhawk nods, examining the gun. Since asking the Master Chief to help him learn how to use a gun properly, Sparhawk has been spending time in the Media Library, researching weapons, and then moving to the Sensoriums to put his learning into practise. He still doesn't have much of an eye for weapons, but the colt looks dangerous enough.

“So you would have no objections to having someone aiding you in close combat?” Sparhawk asks. He was going to use the word protecting, but decided against it. “Should the situation we're in require it, of course.”

He listens to the explanation of robots. “I think I understand, at least partially. Can these nanobots ever turn against you, or are they under your control? If you were to be injured, and blood spilled, would they go with it, or stay within?”

They're old, but they have style.

"Nope. I'd always rather be covering somebody else from a distance than doing the fighting myself. Believe me, I ain't too proud to bow. As for the blood thing -" Allen shrugs. "Yeah, I'd lose a couple. But if I'm losing enough blood for it to make a difference, I'm not going to worry about my 'bots going so much as dying from blood loss -"

Sparhawk nods in understanding. "I plan to avoid situations that involve blood loss as much as possible," he says dryly. "I'm also planning a few scenarios in the Sensoriums to make sure that we mesh as a team, would you be willing to attend those?"

And if Allen isn't, Sparhawk gets a good idea that he's either not a team player, or has that much else on he's distracted.

"And do you have any questions for me?"

"Yeah, sure." No poor sportsmanship here! "Just lemme know ahead of time, 'cause I got a lot on my plate right now schedule-wise. If I don't show up, buzz me on my com or send Leela to drag me out. We're good buddies from back home."

He scratches the back of his head, thinking. "Well, we haven't really talked a lot beforehand. Where're you from?"

That's interesting. Sparhawk will have to hunt down Leela and ask her if she would mind being assigned to guard Allen, should the situation need it. Friends will watch each other's backs more closely.

"I am from Elenia, a small country in Eosia, on our world. Compared to some of the sights I've seen here, our world seems simple, but it is home."

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