[ @splinter-sister opened a 🎁 ROBOT MASTER BLIND BOX! ]
They don't bother with building too many holding cells when it's time for another Skull Fortress. Yeah, hostages are always on the table -- but as lucrative as a good ransom could be, the old man never stops thinking about his vendettas, or their loved ones. At this point, they're not exactly easy targets.
So, it's not every day one of their few cells sees use. Let alone to hold someone the androids don't know anything about.
Crash considers his luck. It's been quiet, lately. Quiet as hell. Part of the routine; collectively Wily's forces gotta lie low while a few selected agents go out to build the kinda cash they need to cover the next steps. Everyone else's on standby. He could've gotten sent out to mine precious metals, gemstones, maybe do some demolition work.
Instead, he's stuck covering Flash's shift, staring at this stranger they've got behind a forcefield to make sure she doesn't slip out again -- or, failing that, figure out how she's been doin' it.
Crash is usually a straightforward android. He's been perched a few short steps away from the cell's door, watching Rachael like the hawk everybody tells him he looks like. For the past hour or so, he's been doing that in silence.
. . . The past twenty minutes, though, he wasn't all that content with the quiet. Too bad he's shit at small talk. No point in threatening a lady in a cage, either. A couple of filler topics crossed his mind, but he couldn't get them to come out.
So, without any warning, this surly android gives up and breaks the quiet with what he manages to scrape off the bottom of his cognitive barrel:
“So, you're nuts, right?”
