hearing it secondhand
When Renee came back from lunch break, one of the younger guys was by the water cooler, talking excitedly, "LexCorp mecha suits! It's gonna be great!"
"What?" Renee broke in, struggling to remember his name. One of last class of fresh meat, had a model robot in his locker, of all damn things.
"Mecha suits!" He repeated, turning to her and practically radiating enthusiasm. "You know, kinda like Iron Man's. They're going to be using them in Metropolis, now-- how long do you think till we get some?"
"Depends," Renee said. "Can we pay in crazies? Then tomorrow. If they want money, well-- maybe we'll see a refurbished one in a decade or so."
Poor bastard, she thought as she walked away. Closest he'll probably ever get is when a freak gets their goddamn hands on one and we have to take it down.