Peter blinked again. A joke. An honest to god joke from Mr. Roboto himself. Suddenly his smile became a lot less weak and a lot more genuine.

"What, like a manicure?" Peter replied, quirking an eyebrow. "Maybe they can file my nails to a point. I could scratch things to death and look fabulous at the same time." He turned to walk away, giving Brainy a small wave goodbye before stuffing his free hand into his pocket. "If I find anything, I'll let you know."

[To here.]