And now the boggling went from Anton to Stork. Only a moment ago he'd been taking away her things, and now he was... letting her use the workshop. Permission. It was strange and confusing and new and something clicked in her mind then, a small voice wondering if maybe things weren't like Pandora everywhere.

It wasn't loud, and it wasn't prominent, but it was there and it was a strange thought, almost a little scary to think about. Actually, a lot scary. And so she wouldn't think about it, not now.

Tina twitched and snapped back to herself, the surprised wonder gone for the moment. "I am a self-taught mistress of demolitions, with a side-degree in charm." There was pride there, pride in her talent for blowing things up and crafting explosives and learning it all on her own. "...but Scooter did teach me some stuff 'bout his runners until I upgraded their rocket launchers. He shoulda built them stronger, they wouldn't've blown up just by starting if he used better materials in the digistruct template, and now none of them can autolock anymore."