Dicen shifted hesitantly at the notion of doing this on such short notice, but Jenessa seemed more convinced. "Fine," she dismissed with a wave of her hand. Her eyes briefly flickered down to Lex and Blue's blatant display of affection, but only for a moment before she looked to Dicen. "Are you okay to do this today? You're already looking a lot better, but how are you feeling?"<br/><br/>"I'm okay," he assured the spot on the floor that he was looking at. His atrophied muscles had already begun to regenerate. Dicen's design was well-engineered, much to the satisfaction of Venture higher-ups. Genetic engineering had built him to come back from much worse than six years of stasis. "If I could get a few more hours, though? Two, or two and half, no more than that."<br/><br/>Lex was too eager to agree. "I think that sounds reasonable. If this is going to happen, then I need a shower anyway." He stood, and he know how it must've looked, immediately finding an excuse to leave after two of his former colleagues offered to operate on him for no motive than their belief that they could do it. Jenessa was ambitious, always eager to attach her name to something bigger and better than she'd done the previous time. And Dicen, whom he trusted explicitly with his life, was unfortunately too eager to please. He'd just woken up from being asleep for six years, and in spite of his amazing ability to bounce back, Lex knew that he had to still be weak. Even if everything went according to plan, there was still no telling if this would work. He wasn't about to get his hopes up.<br/><br/>"Blue, would you meet us in Venture's laboratory in two hours?" Dicen asked, pointing in the general direction he was talking about. "It's a short, white building, it has a sort of dome at the top. I'm sure the doctor remembers where the operating rooms are."