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“So,” says Andy, peeling off his shirt - it's covered in the kind of gloop that he's never EVER going to want to think about too closely – and tossing it on the floor at the bottom of Jack's ladder, “that was a quiet day today, then? Basketball. Pint down the pub. Sexy cyborgs-”
Jack grins, reaching for Andy's hand and tugging him down beside him. “There was only one of her, as I recall.”
“She was sexy though, right?”
“Sexy, and just a little intimidating.” Jack nods.
“And on our side. Surprising that.”