Wonderfuck strikes again. Man this place has the most shit timing. He tries to sit up but the faulty gyro makes him feel nauseous. Well, fuck that, he steps out of the body to get a better look.

From outside it really does look a hell of a lot worse. He's going to be popping dents for weeks. Oh well, he has a couple of tools here still he might as well get started. He passes through the door into the other room, man he hates leaving the Harper body laying around like that, it looks like damn corpse.

He slips into the body that Harper built him and takes a few seconds to get used to the fit again. Curls and uncurls his fingers and blinks a few times, it may be creepy when it's deactivated but once his inside it's almost impossible to tell from any other person. Not that there weren't tells, but you'd have to be paying really close personal attention to notice.

So, he's not sure why he hadn't thought that Tex would show up. Or that she'd just let herself into his room with no preamble. But he's caught totally off guard, crouched over his old body and looking up at her with a look of total surprise.

"Uh, hey... um." This is so not how he wanted her to find out about this. "Don't you know how to fuckin' knock?!"

Right, because the best way to deal with being on the defensive is to go on the offensive.