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"If my arm does not show up in the next five minutes, all hell will be unleashed."

She points to the supposed maintenance worker. "You. You look suspicious." She's the only one in Nebula's vicinity. Likely reason to blame someone, no?

"There were peaches?" Terrans had delicious fruits; she shook her head, coming back to the problem at hand.. Or therefore lack of one. Raising her forearm, she assumed it said plenty. "Something of mine has gone missing."

TXT: So you can lose at paper football again?

TXT: OK. I'm ready for you to come back now.

TXT: I haven't figured that part out yet. It's a work in progress- not as simple as fixing machinery.

"Mine is obviously more superior." It probably isn't, but she has to make some sort of useless remark. "Which way did this thief go? And what did they look like?"

TXT: That sounds like it would save a lot of frustration, could you just do that instead? I need help with upgrades and these imbeciles do not know what they're doing.

Cue a frustrated grumble. "Three hours ago? That little cretin could be anywhere by now." She clenched her fist. "I will skewer him!"

TXT: ... Rhodey, Rocket, Carol and Okoye are okay. I like them. Rocket is a good engineer and technician, but you're much more brilliant and don't "macgyver" things. -- Natasha would've been included, but, y'know. --

:[ gross sobbing because nebulark friendship gives me life. ]:

TXT: You're okay. -- She thinks highly of him, lbr. --

"If he had brains, he would be out hiding once I found out who hijacked my arm!" She sighs before continuing. "Perhaps you're right though, no better place to start than here. Thank you, terran." Just straight assuming she's a human, all things considering.

TXT: 😀 Don't hurt yourself on the way down.

" Happy Birthday, Tony. "

" Someone has started the knife fight. "

Name, right. That's a thing. "Nebula." She nodded shortly, committing name and face to memory as well as the directions before heading to the work room. Yelling and commotion could be heard before she reappears, arm in hand. "Just as you said." She mumbled, grunting.

Midnight snack? Midnight snack. Blue gals got a midnight snack.