He had already freed himself, and was just landing when he realized Elizabeth had already taken them apart more thoroughly than even he could have over an hour. He paused just long enough to send her a thought of thanks for saving him and give her a hug, before sitting down right in the center of the mess, and began building a brand new weapon system. He was<em>improvising</em>the best way he could, but with all the parts around him he had enough to fashion<em>the right tool for the job</em>. His rage subsided, just a tiny fraction, but it did cool slightly when he noticed that the 'weapons' were very low powered bean bag guns, which still likely would have put a bone bruise the size of his head wherever he had gotten shot.<br/><br/>One minute later, he had a precision laser cutter beam built from the first robot's various pieces, the chest containing enough metal he could compress into a power source for the tool, the lens from the robot's head sensors, and the beanbag guns had provided the main barrel for the cutter. He had also upgraded the emergency shielding in the left arm, and had powered up but not activated a small transmitter in it. He also had a tiny transmission device for his head built and attached like an ear piece, before he turned to Elizabeth. "Lets go...<strong><em>find</em></strong>Natalya. I am sure her explanation is going to be extremely amusing, convincing, and full of crap.<br/><br/>And what do you think would be a good punishment for her?"<br/><br/>Even as he asked, though, Natalya got a message from him, warning her he was coming with Elizabeth, she was pissed, so he was blustering to make sure Elizabeth didn't actually do anything to her. With his twenty different thought processes, he figured he managed to conceal it well enough that Elizabeth wouldn't pick up on it.<br/><br/>(Crafting 9<br/>Will 6)