Delilah raised an eyebrow. "But you don't have better things to do than robot sharks?" she asked. Call it a healthy inquiry about Iris' priorities, call it mindless smalltalk, call it whatever.

She sipped at her drink as they rode in the elevator, trying to maintain an aloof expression. That was admittedly difficult considering how overwhelmingly grand the surroundings were, but she couldn't be caught looking like some sort of fangirl.

Instead, she waited till they stopped and then asked, "Think you have enough murder machines?"