There was a very heavy sounding thump and Felicia sat up from her dozing. What was that? Was Brock back? This fast? She rifled through the bag she had been carrying during that ruined coffee run and pointed the taser-gun at the door with a calm determination. The voice, however, made her start. "Vic?" she wondered and got out of bed, limping over to the door with the gun still in hand.
"Vi-Saber? You made it, how the hell did you get the suit indoors? Was the doorman that intimidating?" she covered for the slip, in case someone who shouldn't know was in ear shot. She reached up and hugged the metal suit, a little stiff but less fragile than when Peter left. "New design?"