"So I've heard," Doc says. "It's all right, just -- like I said, a little more warning would be appreciated."

"Erdamm--" Doc stops as the bracelet suddenly melts off her arm, transforming into -- well, it doesn't seem to have much of a shape before it disappears under the sand, but it certainly gave off the impression of something big. And dangerous. "Ah," he says. "Well, we can use all the help we can get. . ." He'll -- save his questions for later.

"Another AI?" Dee guesses, since she's pretty sure the ones most upset by all this are the ones who are mechanical themselves (like her, at least some of the time).

Doc watches with interest as Ed fiddles with the window, and reveals -- ooh, that is interesting. Certainly not a feature Dee has. He follows Ed as he paces -- the motion is familiar to him, and it helps him think too. "And it was done at least twice, considering the information we received earlier from Blues that this car was the prototype," he adds. "So yes, we're looking at serious money here. Someone who definitely wanted this project to be secret. And probably someone who knew something about tech, to upgrade the windows like so. And develop the coating that was applied later." He frowns. "Though why a Trans Am? If you have that kind of clout, you'd have your pick of car brands to work with, wouldn't you?"

Dee grins. "If you're gonna build a super-car, why not do it with some style?"