Harper: Uh, uuuhhh, uuuuuuuuuuhhhh…
Dylan: Harper is that you? Are you ok…? Oh my God!
Harper: Uh. Hi Dylan.
Dylan: Sorry, I’ll just be leaving.
Harper: Or you could stay.
Dylan: …
Harper: Wow, you’re cute when you’re shocked.
Dylan: Harper… wait a minute, that’s mine!
Harper: Is it? Oh, I didn’t notice.
Dylan: Didn’t notice? You would have had to break into my private weapons locker to get it.
Harper: Want it back? Come and get it. Uhhhhhhh…
Dylan: God, Harper!
Harper: Oh that feels good.
Dylan: Purely on a practical level, you did disable the power cell before you started?
Harper: Now where’s the fun in that?
Dylan: Oh shit.
Harper: Now, if you’d like to replace it with something less, um… explosive, that could be good too.
Dylan: Oh I am so going to regret this in the morning.
Harper: Uuuhhhh, uuuuuuuhhhh…
Tyr: Harper, aren’t you finished with Dylan’s force…
Oh, hello Dylan.