Izzy glanced over at the young man as she propped her foot up on the table, putting er water beside it. "Broke my foot last night," she said. "It seems even my clones are better at combat than I am." She was definitely feeling sorry for herself, and she knew it, but she was giving herself a pass for at least a little bit of it.
Turning her attention back to the screen, she began running her character through the first area, remotely following the most annoying robot she'd ever seen in a game. While she'd never admit it, she kinda liked the little guy. He had some great dialogue.
"What brings you to this couch on such a fine day?" she asked.