"Oh no, Droney," Dick said, coming over to look at the drone pieces. "I'll take a look around too later, just in case. Do you think you can put him back together?"
This was really a modern tragedy. He liked that little robo spider.
"Babs and I go way, way back. Different universes. Still us." He took one of the pieces of the drone. "Man, this sucks. Is the workshop downstairs good enough? Do you need me to go on a supply run?"