“Wow. Sounds like a lot.” Steph leaned back against the counter, wincing a bit as she nudged her side but just crossed her arms. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly, no. Do you want to talk about why you just winced? I know an injury when I see one.” He said, cocking his head to the side.
Zaark froze where she stood, the dawning realization clear on her face. Of course Cisco didn’t remember her, it wasn’t the same Cisco. “I did not- You- That is-” Deep breath, remember your protocols, you trained for this-
“I am Zaark. And I am deeply, deeply sorry. I mistook you for someone else. I will leave immediately if you so desire.” Oh, Control was gonna field day with this one. Not even a novice could screw up so badly.
Cisoc saw the look on the woman’s face and took a few strides over to her. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he said, “Hey, don’t be sorry. You didn’t do this. It was my stupidity, I didn’t check all the levels before I tested it. You were just coming to help me clean it up. Zaark, was it? Here, let me pour you a cup of coffee. I’m Cisco,” He smiled, forgetting about how the woman already knew who he was.
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?”
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