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Enzo is staring in consternation at the latest thing he's enclosed in a containment field. It's safely enclosed, it should be fine, and it'd need to be activated to do anything anyway, but the simple fact remains that he knows what this one is and there is no way it should be here.
He shouldn't be surprised at that, he supposes, but this hits closer to home than the other stuff.
He shouldn't be surprised at that, he supposes, but this hits closer to home than the other stuff.