He shrugged, taking a moment to reply, as something came out of the 'back bedroom' of a normal RV. It was about three feet tall, and wearing a heavy coat of a greyish brown color. It had a pair of glowing red eyes under a conical hood that, with the coat, concealed it entire face but the eyes. In its mitten covered hands, it carried four diet sodas, and it focused very hard on the simple task of carrying them. It got to the first agent, the one that had yet to speak, and looked up, offering a can. "Mebples?"<br/><br/>It then went to the other two agents, its focus on carrying the cans just as intense as it had been when it had had four, before offering the last can to Terry. "Mebples, duruther? Ithi fithith."<br/><br/>Once done handing out cans, it trundled back to the back room with just as much care as it had had carrying the cans, and carefully shut the door behind it. Terry continued, expertly concealing his shock at one of them coming out without his permission, not paying attention to what he was saying. "Not a problem, just a misunderstanding they won't allow me to fix. They told me they wanted a construction grade suit, and gave it fairly exact specifications, so I didn't realize until they added weapon specifications that they were asking for something that could fight and possibly win with a national level super hero. They were quite distressed when I tried to back out, even after returning the money, and continue to try and convince me to... convince the maker to keep working on it."<br/><br/>As he finished speaking, the creature from before trundled back out, this time carrying a tool box almost as big as it was. It shut the door to the bedroom behind it, and then walked out of the RV, shutting the door behind it again.<br/><br/><strong>[Allowed <em>You're in trouble, aren't you?</em> to hide reaction to the minion, placing '<em>You didn't see that</em>' and spending a fate point on its first appearance.]</strong>