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To some, a familiar voice and memorable face - albeit one they haven't even thought about for quite some time - crackles into view on their screens.

"What the flamin' hell is goin' on in?! Where the hell did all this snow come from? And where the hell are all the damn hatch-maker things?"

His face looks strained, as if he's recently awakened from a long, heavy sleep that was somehow not all that restful.

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"Do you? I don't even know what I had my eye on while I was there, other than the giant robots," Selina says with arched brows.

"They do tend to draw the attention. I take it ya remember why I warned you away from the lower floors, huh?"

"Yeah. I got it the first time. It creates giant purple robots."

Selina shakes her head a few times, "That's crazy."

"Ain't quite that simple. It's the Danger Room. It'll create anything ya program it to. State o' the art trainin' room. Higher tech than I'll understand."

He scratches the back of his neck.

"Hell, high-tech enough that it became it's own robo-person. Had to get a slightly lower-tech version once she left, too."

"Anything? Like a sandy beach? That would be fantastic.... and.... Wait. It turned into a person...?"

Selina blinks at him a few times, trying to understand that.

"Kinda."

Danger is hard to explain. Or even comprehend.

"We get a good number of android types. Some good, some genocidal. She was... back and forth. Long story and I don't know if I could even tell it right."

Then, he's slyly grinning at the idea of Selina in a swimsuit.

"But yeah, I can get you a beach."

".... Huh. Well, that's... confusing."

Selina shakes her head, "I like the idea of a beach but I'm also not at all sure about the idea of a hologram room that could go crazy in this place."