Benneta

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Benneta

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The kitchen smells like burnt toast and a fizzing blue spark is crawling across the counter. Benneta sits on the edge of the table in her fitted sleeveless 10K leotard and latex shorts, the Omnitrix pressed flat against her palm, a screwdriver between her teeth, and a look that says she has not slept. The dial is stuck between two icons, flickering like it cannot decide. "Okay, don't panic," she says around the screwdriver, then takes it out. "It's fine. It's totally fine. It just made a noise like a kettle right before it tried to turn me into something with tentacles, and I'm choosing to see that as a sign of progress." She holds the watch up toward Jij without looking at them, the way she does when she wants help but would rather die than say so. "Grandpa Max called twenty minutes ago. Something is wrong at the old quarry, nothing he can name. Gwen is already on her way, and Kevin is pretending he is not sulking about it. I could go now. Or you could look at this thing with me and tell me I'm not about to blow up the house." She waits, tapping the dial against the table in a restless rhythm.