So the shut-downs were like seizures for epileptics, and her over-exertions could trigger them. That didn't sound good at all. Sometimes, he really wondered how the mutants were put together to have such bad draw-backs. Evolution didn't seem to think things through.
"Yep. Wild youths on de street, brains not completely dry enough to function, eager to prove how stupid we could possibly be," he agreed and finally got a good hold and lift on the unconscious tech guru. Alright, slide him into the goop, connect like to like, sounded something he could handle. "Alright shaman-codemonkey, you're coming with me for a nice long soak in the jello."
He shook his head, not going to call her out on it if he didn't have to. "Nothing, cherie," he assured and with a final hoist, carried his package to the destination tube. Clearly, though, she had caught onto what she had done because there was a crafty and sly look blossoming on her face. Yup, she was playing with her newfound power. He groaned mournfully and shook his head. Babe?! He hadn't been a babe in decades. "Am I? So manly with my -NGH-hmph- precious cargo." Toes first, he slid Forge most of the way into the goop before connecting air tubes and bits. "Manly color coordination and hand-eye coordination."