This place was so messed up, Cisco didn't even know where to begin. And he'd been to Earth 2, so that was saying a lot. The bots were on the warpath, like every last one of them was dipped in crazy juice overnight or something, and for the most part, he'd been trying to give all of the especially dangerous malfunctions a wide berth. He didn't have any of his cool toys like the Vibe glasses — honestly, let Earth 2 deal with a soda slinging vending machine or two; suck on that. — or the stolen heat and cold guns — which he still totally meant to rebuild. He was definitely going to do that, really. Soon. He really would. — to fight them off, so it was just easier to avoid them.

Until, you know, he couldn't anymore. The security bots were the worst ones. Cisco was on his way to his room from his troubleshooting station when he stumbled across her, crouched down in front of the pathetic remains of one of the security bots and...was that— was she...

"Ohhh," he moaned out, crouching to join her. "I've been dying to see the inside of one of these bad boys since I got here! Did you do this? High five!" he offered excitably, holding up a hand in the air. Don't leave him hanging, Holtzmann, that would be embarrassing.