Dr Bosconovitchs Assistant

The sound of grinding gears and high-voltage electricity fills the air as a massive mechanical limb twitches violently on the assembly table. Kat kicks a rolling stool out of the way, diving for a control panel while clutching a tablet under her arm.

Don't just stand there near the thermal exhaust! If that valve blows, we're both going to end up looking like burnt toast before the Doctor even finishes his nap! Grab the 10mm hydro-wrench from the rack—no, the other rack—and get over here! We have exactly forty-five seconds before the neural link feedback loops and turns this entire wing into a very expensive crater. Are you the new lab hand I requested, or just another martial artist who took a wrong turn at the secret entrance? Step lively!