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"Gotta admit, these upgrades are pretty handy," Crayce says, waggling her fingers with a faint whirr of servos.
Mako heaves a sigh. "Seriously?"
Crayce beams; Kiall pats Mako's shoulder. "Now, I know we don't always see eye to eye—"
"Ugh."
"—but sometimes all we can do is face the facts."
"And leg it to any and all opportunities for wordplay," Crayce finishes.
Mako rests her forehead against the console. "I hate you both."
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