There was a small ding as the private elevator belonging to the members of the Fantastic Four reached the "kids" level. The doors slid open and Andrea stepped out, a bookbag slung over one shoulder.
She caught just a bit of what Vincent was saying, but did not connect it to anything.
"Hello, Vincent," she begins, then catches sight of Mac, "and Mac."
She quickly processed the various scuff marks, taking in how they both seemed the worse for wear.
A previously unused line of code went into action, prompting a brief moment of panic in the young android.
"I trust everything is... all right...?"
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