Amazon wrote:"So, Freud? Any relation to that crazy little jetpacker who works for the General?"
Even with the abundance of room in the phone booth Ronnie still hunched up as though she were being compressed by a tight confine. She didn't like thinking about how her brother was here. "He's not crazy." Was the extent of her answer. Of course she didn't know that. She hadn't met him, she'd just seen him shoot past and start fighting people before everyone fell down a hole.
The whole lab experience just left her feeling... slimy. Everything in this universe did but hearing that somewhat familiar voice, the same one who had given her several mission briefings in her dimension, made everything here just all the more distasteful.
"Finally, a gun that comes in my size." She muttered softly to herself, in reference to the giant revolver-like weapon.
"Oh no, we'd never do that." Ronnie said honestly, but for different reasons. "After all, if we did that then you'd be left all alone for who knows how long, Ms. West."