The following day.
"Blueprint?" Iris asked, stopping what she was doing and turning to look at Cipher.
"Yeah, a blueprint," he confirmed.
She held her chin in thought. "Let me see if I have something," she said, putting down her tools and moving to her cabinet.
She rummaged through the messy cabinet, tools and scraps tumbling out as she dug deeper. Bolts clattered to the floor, half-finished gadgets spilled onto the desk, and sheets of paper fluttered down. She pushed aside a tangle of wires, knocked over a container of screws, and shoved through layers of accumulated projects.
"Don't you have other blueprints?" Cipher asked, watching the chaos unfold.
"No, just this one," she replied, still searching.
"It was the first blueprint I made when I had just awakened," she said.
"You didn't make any more after that?" he asked.
"Why would I need to? My head is better than a piece of paper," she said.
Cipher nodded. That made sense.
