[straightening up, the words fly past her as that armor registers in her head. the memory of seeing something from another world, the weight of armor in her hand, runes snaking around her arm and the sheer joy when a regeneration loop proved effective. her eyes widen, and she reaches out, only dropping her hand when it's clear she's too far to touch him.]
You...you're Mr. Baymax, aren't you?
["Mr." might sound ridiculous attached to a robot, but with how important he'd seemed to Hiro, a title felt right.]
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You...you're Mr. Baymax, aren't you?
["Mr." might sound ridiculous attached to a robot, but with how important he'd seemed to Hiro, a title felt right.]