Riley lets out a downright girlish squeal as the teddy bear latches on. It doesn't get through the force field, but the pressure, right on his left butt-cheek, is real and uncomfortable enough.
Twisting his arm around, another laser blast, (aimed VERY carefully) gets rid of it. Then he can finally take a look at his aide.
"Thank you, fellow crime-fighter. Don't believe we've met. Goldstar, charmed I'm sure." This would be a much more smooth introduction if he wasn't rubbing his butt. It hurt, after all. He hoped he wasn't marked, even if the suit had kept him from getting torn up. Track shorts didn't do much to cover injuries.
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