<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>"That's good, 'cause I can't fly. Yet." She passed a cup of coffee to Becky and took a sip of her own, feeling the caffeine course through her veins. "I'll work on a set of wings just as soon as I get that weather control machine done." The construct grins a little and returns to their booth, sliding into a seat and propping her feet up on the table top. She sips her coffee again, then suddenly her eyes go wide and she spits it out. "Pfft! Oh, fuck! I left all my chemicals set up in the lab! I was... working on... something." She coughs. "...An untested aphrodisiac. It'll either work really, really well... or kill someone." She ponders, "Well.. maybe it'll be okay. Who would drink something they just find lying in a science lab?"