Kal doesn't like the sound of the Proxysuit -- its "objective had been completed"? She thought the whole idea of them showing up was to foil Doctor Proxy's plan, but then it seemed like they got what they wanted anyway. She begins to get the feeling that there wouldn't be many clean victories, in the battles to come; there were ulterior motives aplenty, and with alternate timelines making everything more complicated, it felt as though any action whatsoever was playing into at least someone's hands.

And to top it all off, she'd been punched across a room by a robot. It bruised her ego more sorely than her frame -- something about the whole "Ariadne" mystique didn't hold up when she was being swatted like a fly. What was the point of the threads protecting her if some supervillain henchman could send her sailing anyway?

"You are thinking about this the wrong way," Ariadne chimes in. "Were it not for the threads you spin, then you may very well have not survived, or kept all your pretty little bones in the right places."

"You're right," Kal thinks back, in rare agreement. "I suppose everyone else makes this look easy, is the thing."

"My favorite book wizard weathered quite the attack," Ariadne counters. "And he survived it, and your friends helped him, and now look at him, back on his book wizard feet. There's one lesson he CAN teach you."

"But no magic lessons?" Kal teases.

"Hmph," Ariadne harrumphs. "Not today."

Suddenly the police are there, asking questions and investigating, as they do. Seeing Nope speak with them, Ariadne decides to answer their questions along with him -- he seems very nervous by himself, and she wants to do anything she can to support her newfound friends.