“It’s time to turn up the temperature. You’ve cleaned your carapace, now let’s detox your insides..” as you hear the whispered voice Gavin: Great! as he gets mad I don’t do well in the heat.. it clogs my thinking * as he put his arms together* “Steam is.., sweat!” you whispered voice again you Drive the Mech to find the exit. You see a locker room Gavin: my expectation is to get the hell out of here! And get to the upper offices.