"I'm serious. It's only temporary, though. Few hours, at the best. Sell it in sex shops, mostly. As for fucked up, you might want to drop the 'mutated' part of that. Have a little sensitivity, man. They're fucking X-men." He couldn't help but laugh a little incredulously himself, at that; every once and a while, when he stepped back, the oddity of this place hit him full force. Thankfully, he was able to bounce back from it quickly, now.
The talk of killing made Tobias give him a Look, as the high-pitched whine abruptly dropped down to a click here or there, the needle sedately bouncing just near the baseline. "It's not a median thing. If they work, they work. I just wasn't sure it would keep things in, as well as out." He might not be the best of friends with Cooper, but he wouldn't risk her life, or that of Marco's kid. Thank God for science fiction logic. "Now like I said, cell phones, wifi, things like that are probably going to fuck up with it on, so it's not exactly a permanent solution. But it'll do, for now."
And, in a show of good office policy, he even turned to pull the clipboard off the shelf, scribbling down the information about who was taking the device, and where it was going. Pissing off your boss was bad form. Pissing off your boss who could make infinite, sometimes-less-moral copies of themselves to 'handle the situation' was just stupid.