[ He's glad Eiffel zips off to take care of god-knows-what, mostly because he doesn't have to admit he was joking and this is kind of cool. Sure he feels like he's going to hurl still but the wave of nausea is slowly receding as his body's starting to adjust a little more.
Eiffel helping him around also helps, too, but he's mostly caught up in the look on his friend's face. Something's different, something's not so much changed as it has shifted. There's a type of genuine excitement on Eiffel's face that he's pretty sure he's only seen on Tom Wambsgans before.
For once, Roman doesn't want to be a dick. He stands--floats--as Eiffel does whatever the fuck he does, and listens to the computerized female voice. ]
We do have something like this--call her Alexa.
[ Not that it isn't impressive, Roman just has no idea how something that immediately announces that there's an error is something to get attached to. ]
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Eiffel helping him around also helps, too, but he's mostly caught up in the look on his friend's face. Something's different, something's not so much changed as it has shifted. There's a type of genuine excitement on Eiffel's face that he's pretty sure he's only seen on Tom Wambsgans before.
For once, Roman doesn't want to be a dick. He stands--floats--as Eiffel does whatever the fuck he does, and listens to the computerized female voice. ]
We do have something like this--call her Alexa.
[ Not that it isn't impressive, Roman just has no idea how something that immediately announces that there's an error is something to get attached to. ]