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A couple of thoughts went through Mark's brain. The first was maybe he should yell really loudly about the clone so they could do something. But wait, what if H was going to take the clone and research it and make more H clones and that was weird and oddly sexy - wait was this sexy? He wasn't sure.

"Um," he began, extricating himself as far backwards as possible without actually touching Gretchen, "Good day sir- Doctor. Just doing normal human things with uh, my friend Gretchen. We are good friends. Yes." He briefly wondered if Dr. H still remembered that he hadn't returned their portable pressured rune etcher.

Where even to begin...

"Well, you see," she began, fingers twisting together. There was a pause as she considered how best to explain, and then shook her head, tossing out anything that had come to mind. Instead, she simply said. "He seems to be under the impression that I'm a clone, sir." The how or why didn't seem important. Or at least not something that Dr. H would find important.

"Oh no, how terrible." The doctor stated with pleasant apathy. "Tell me more."

Mark kept on scanning shiftily from the doctor to Gretchen. "Well um, since there is absolutely nothing going on and everything has resolved, the two of us will just, will go that way."

It took him three tries, but he managed to grab her arm, very distantly, and slowly try to usher her away from ground zero.

Gretchen was a little too stunned to put up much resistance as Mark grabbed her arm and began pulling her away. She blinked, half stumbled over her prosthetic foot, and had to give a little hop-jump to get her balance again.

"Mark." At this point she was actually getting a little concerned. "Where we goin' handsome?"

Just whenever hretchen had thought they'd reached the peak of strangeness for this encounter, Mark pushed things a little bit farther. He dropped her arm, phone coming up again, and his fingers moved in an impressive blur as he fired off a series of texts.

Then his attention had snapped back to her, and for her part she was just hoping to look as harmless as possible at this point. "You want to run tests, on my leg?" On the whole, thatvactually seened fairly believable. It might even prove she was not in fact a golem, or a clone. "Okay."

But he was texting again.

Gretchen sighed. Walking away might have been a good idea, but this seemed like something that could hypothetically come back to bite her on the a**, like in a mission, if she were ever at the mercy of Mark's common sense.

Devika was laughing, hysterically. It was the happiest the trainer had ever heard the naga.

The door ominously opened to reveal an empty room. A half eaten burrito bowl and open can of redbull on the console. Dwight's phone was on the floor.