[Bette shrugs her shoulders. She's good with computers and stuff, sure, but the technical stuff, that escapes her a little. Sure, she'd somehow managed to come up with her Flamebird persona on her own, along with all of the gadgets that went along with it, but she'd relied on grapple guns. This was something entirely different. ] I honestly left the design stuff to my Uncle Jake. I just rock it and fight crime in it. But you're welcome to poke around and study it if you want. Just, you know. Don't break it. [Because clearly, Uncle Jake is not here to fix it up for her.]

[When the little shadow rat comes barrelling out, Bette starts. She's faced worse, of course, but there's something to be said for the element of surprise. She yelps out loud and points at the shadow rat. She aims her flamethrowing gauntlet at the thing and throws out a stream of fire but nothing happens to the thing.] Great. My weapons are absolutely useless.