"Scent data is still data, Dredd." On the job, Cortana doesn't rise to anyone's bait, and she stays conversational despite Rico's usual charming demeanor.
"Here you go, York." His cybereye lights up with a map overlay; it's sketchy, but better than they had a moment ago. "This is just me taking my best guess based on some wiring diagrams I found and what I know about how the Brainiacs think. Don't trust it too far."
She considers informing the team of the risk she's about to take, but there's no point. It'll be over before any of them can manage a reply, and she has no idea how much longer Brainiac 5's sabotage will last. He's left her an open window, and Cortana, digital cat burglar extraordinaire, isn't going to turn down an invitation like that. While the organics are busy doing whatever it is organics do--remembering to breathe or whatever--Cortana slips off deeper into the system in search of her opposite number.
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"Here you go, York." His cybereye lights up with a map overlay; it's sketchy, but better than they had a moment ago. "This is just me taking my best guess based on some wiring diagrams I found and what I know about how the Brainiacs think. Don't trust it too far."
She considers informing the team of the risk she's about to take, but there's no point. It'll be over before any of them can manage a reply, and she has no idea how much longer Brainiac 5's sabotage will last. He's left her an open window, and Cortana, digital cat burglar extraordinaire, isn't going to turn down an invitation like that. While the organics are busy doing whatever it is organics do--remembering to breathe or whatever--Cortana slips off deeper into the system in search of her opposite number.