An exclamation from the frustrated engineer immediately pulled Zaark’s attention from re-working her gauntlet to the Cortex hub.
“Mr. Ramon, are you alright, what- Oh. My, this is rather unfortunate.” It appeared to be an invention that had not panned out as Cisco planned, that is to say there were mechanical parts scattered through the room and a small burn mark on the table. “I will collect the debris, Mr. Ramon. You have my most heartfelt condolences.”
Cisco hit his forehead as he looked upon the wreckage of his invention that had taken months to make. “Ay,” he sighed before looking up at the new voice. “There’s no need -” Cisco paused, cocking his head to the side. “Um, who are you?”
Cisco backup 