With little more than a brief nod and smile, Wiggy went off to do as Aurora had asked. The technician was fairly certain that the hull had held however which left only one place to check, the garage. It had been the only area exposed during the lowering of the ramp as well as the scene of 3-REX’s scandalous little tryst with Aurora and Alex, a detail which Wiggy promised to keep to herself. The last thing she felt the team needed was drama over a bike. With this in mind, she made sure to check that the vehicle was unscratched and intact before moving her attention to Alex’s bike and the rest of the garage. It was a tedious task, kept interesting only by Alex’s colourfully worded blow-by-blow account of the bandit’s defeat. Wiggy had no doubt that the bandits would be talking about it themselves for some time – it wasn’t every day that some crazy biker with a samurai sword ramped out a moving truck to beat off its armoured assailants.<br/><br/>By the time Wiggy was content with the state of the garage and its vehicles, she thought she could feel the truck slowing down. “Finally,” she sighed, relieved that they had made it on their low fuel. With one last glance for good measure, she slipped her laptop onto a nearby bench and left the garage.<br/><br/>When Wiggy entered the command room, she came baring a gift; Aurora’s team jacket. She did so partly out of kindness but mostly because she found the blonde to be fairly distracting in her current state of undress. With a smile she offered it to her before stating, “I did a check on the garage and it seems fine for now, otherwise I’ll perform a proper internal scan once we exit silent mode.” She then turned to Joy which caused her to freeze in thought as 3-REX rushed to mind. Wiggy had never been good at keeping secrets, for the sake of the team however she was willing to do her best, which probably meant that it would be a good idea to stop staring…<br/><br/>“Ah… N-nice job out there Joy,” she stammered uneasily, hoping to hide the “REX WAS RAPED” sign she felt was written all over her forehead. “D-drink’s on me.” She shot the driver a small, guilt-ridden, smile before quickly glancing down and adjusting her glasses with two fingers.