[Splat]

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"Piece o' junk," Grace muttered, observing the collapsed snoozer disdainfully. "Vykkers all trying to make new models that work better than the olds, but you put too much thought in a machine and it fries itself." Being a natural leader-type, Grace made himself busy taking command. "I'm gonna try and track this thing down. Hot-shot, whatever your name is," He said, waving to Borso, "Come with me and make yourself useful, "You," He gestured to Flad, "You any good with computers? 'Cus I could use some techie support or something."

He didn't particularly like Borso or trust his ability, but at least he knew he could listen to orders.

Anni meanwhile suddenly found all attention diverted away from her. She pulled her leg free for the root's grip and climbed back carefully over it. She could feel it vibrating slightly, so she guessed it wouldn't be down for long, so she still had to find out what had happened in the basement and warn the paramites that their may be trouble.
Hoping none of the sligs would notice her, she hurried past the snoozer and then ran down the corridor. The fastest way to the basement was through the lab, but she wasn't going through there if she could help it. She hurried towards the lifts.