It would actually be super great if they did have to work together, but, though he talked about it enough, nothing Hammer did indicated to Bobbi that he could or could be trusted to work on anything. Unfortunately, while Hammer was mostly a flapping mouth, they did, in fact, 'need each other' and Bobbi couldn't even deny it. She caught herself thinking of her brother, assuring herself that it would be a while before she forgot what it felt like to roll in the mud, and wondering if she put Hammer in a headlock he would relent as easily. Were adults supposed to do that?
"I thought you studied Engineering," she said. It wasn't a question; she studied his file and likely knew his history better than he did at this point. "MIT, class of 1990, honours," she recited to prove her point. Which was: great, that's very impressive for you, but that's not what we're doing here. "You build robots," she gestured to her new friend, the one with the wig, then dropped her chin into her hand, eyes narrowed to try to figure out his place in all of this.