It was a while before Misha would wake again. More than long enough for Doom to get his little plot set up and have his frustrations out with Reed's pet project that was ALFRED's core programming. The encryption was top-notch, even if the actual sophistication of its internal processing and data reconciliation could be better. It was definitely not a real AI, just something meant to mimic one.

Misha opened her eyes slowly, every joint and muscle moaning to her as a reminder for what had happened. She laid there for a long moment to try and let it sink in, then swallowed back the pain both physical and mental, and stood. Seeing Doom right there was enough to make her keep quiet, keep off the floor, and move to the edge of the glass confinement to try and figure out what he was doing. When she spotted ALFRED in the middle of his mess, she frowned. Oh no, no way, he was not going to fuck with ALFRED. That asshole was about to drop the last straw.

Not even thinking about what she was doing, Misha wrapped herself up in her power and came through the glass all the way to the table where she snatched up ALFRED's core and held it to herself. "That's mine," she said strongly. "Go get your own cyber butler!"