“And this thing, like, works, right?” Jill asks, voice cracking with nerves as you strap her ankles to their respective places; leaving her arms free to move. For the time being.

“I trust you and all, whatever, all that good stuff. But-” she continues to drone on about her concerns, like you two haven’t been through this about a hundred times beforehand. Showed her how the machine operated, previous designs, attachments, ect.

Now? Now, all she needed to do was relax.

“..okay, okay! Jesus, I’ll shut my trap.”

She scowls at you, once you begin to lock the machine into place; settling yourself at the control panel to finally get this show on the road.