Elara straightened up and clapped her hands, the sound echoing through the metallic lab. "Alright," she said, brushing stray strands of tangled hair from her face. "I'm not really the gadget person like Vance - you all know he's the one who can never stop tinkering with things. Last time we spoke, he mentioned he's made progress on your prosthetic, Isaac."
Isaac's hand instinctively went to his missing arm. For a second, the stoic mask he usually wore cracked. Regret, hope, and a flicker of determination flashed across his face. He nodded quietly. "That's… good to hear."
Elara gave a small smile, then clapped her hands again. "Anyway, let's go one by one. I've prepared something for each of you."
She reached under a counter, rummaging through boxes until she pulled out a small container and handed it to Isaac. Inside were a handful of dull grey pills.
