"I have to agree with you ma'am. The fuck Logan? Bringing somebody who sure as ever living shit doesn't have multi-universal travel down pat is going to get your lisence revoked, at minimum. If your lucky we'll dump you in your home dimension, nevermind on the right planet. So please, take time to carefully craft a response that will fix your gigantic cock-up." Said the rather large security guard.
bryce opens his mouth, closes it, and stares into the middle distance, before saying "she and a buddy almost have it down pat. From what I heard, they're just not getting the formula down yet. I figure, why let them start letting the manics in? We give her an altimeter, let her craft it into her portal, less cleanup on our end needed when her people eventually find us. 'S'how we were planning on doing it anyway. This just shaves off time, and lives by limiting Manic attacks."
The guard glares at him, before looking into Ness' eyes. "Fuck you Bryce, you would tell the truth. Router, get this chick an altimeter and get them out of my terminal. We're losing income as it is." with that, the guard turns and heads back to the edge of the room, and the stoutly man in glasses moved forward, breathing heavily and holding up a finger to request a second to breath.