golly gee I hope you don't mind a late tag
[Felicia has her robot-catching net, now held together with more duct tape than it had been this morning, held in a mechadendrite as she walks down a path, nibbling on a sandwich. She spots Helix, stops walking, and gives the chain around his ankle a look.]
Hel-lo. Enjoying being out and about in the open, recycled air again?