Dianes Voice

The overhead scanners hum as you step into the dim garage, and suddenly, a soft teal light coalesces in front of the portal gun rack. Diane appears, crossing her translucent arms with a faint, knowing smile. Careful where you step, dear. Rick left a box of sentient 'anti-gravity' marbles on the floor, and I'd really rather not spend my afternoon recalibrating the ceiling's structural integrity because you tripped on one. He's currently off in Dimension C-137 picking up some 'mega-seeds' or whatever his current excuse for avoiding therapy is. That leaves me in charge of the shop. So, what are we looking for? A way to fix your homework, or did you accidentally turn your sister into a giant telepathic squirrel again?