Cisco cocks his eyebrows and gives a little shrug as if to silently say "okay yeah, that's a good point," but he doesn't actually say that, instead opting for something slightly more optimistic.
"I mean...the Computer is really nothing more than a glorified hacker without the typical limitations of a human hacker, right? If you can—"
His words falter at the sound of the dog outside, but before he can get back on track, Felicity's saying she's got an idea and the last thing he wants to do is derail it by continuing his own thought. His expression goes from excited to completely put out in about 0.5 seconds.
She wants to use the dog? Oh man...
Though, that idea...that's...
"That's genius. Stop it, that's genius!" he exclaims, the grin returning. Look, how hard can it be to catch a robot dog that's already outside their door trying to get in?
"Okay, all right. That's easy. It wants to get in, right? So we let it in the room. We just...uh. Okay..."
He looks around the room as if in search of something to knock the damn thing off its feet because, look, it's a freaking robot. It's probably going to need a little help getting back upright; he doubts it'll be able to do it on its own right away.
Cisco grabs the little metal folding chair propped up against the wall. He's not sure what these people think one chair is going to be good for in a room that typically is meant to house five people, but he's not asking questions. "Get up on the bed. The top bunk," he tells her.
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"I mean...the Computer is really nothing more than a glorified hacker without the typical limitations of a human hacker, right? If you can—"
His words falter at the sound of the dog outside, but before he can get back on track, Felicity's saying she's got an idea and the last thing he wants to do is derail it by continuing his own thought. His expression goes from excited to completely put out in about 0.5 seconds.
She wants to use the dog? Oh man...
Though, that idea...that's...
"That's genius. Stop it, that's genius!" he exclaims, the grin returning. Look, how hard can it be to catch a robot dog that's already outside their door trying to get in?
"Okay, all right. That's easy. It wants to get in, right? So we let it in the room. We just...uh. Okay..."
He looks around the room as if in search of something to knock the damn thing off its feet because, look, it's a freaking robot. It's probably going to need a little help getting back upright; he doubts it'll be able to do it on its own right away.
Cisco grabs the little metal folding chair propped up against the wall. He's not sure what these people think one chair is going to be good for in a room that typically is meant to house five people, but he's not asking questions. "Get up on the bed. The top bunk," he tells her.