09-09-2015, 02:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-09-2015, 02:42 AM by Gedeon Salazar.)
"Oh. That reminds me. Professor!" From her spot on the floor, she cranes her neck around the dome. "Its weaknesses. Fire, intense heat, and disinfectant. It's... made of bacteria maybe? Telepathic bacteria? I don't know." She slumps back down, looking at Malcolm. "The thinking part isn't my job..." Pausing, she points at her temple. "Weakness detection. I didn't mention it. It's my secret power. Anyway. You did good. Now, they'll do their thing and we'll... help, if there's anything they need us to do."