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Cyborg nodded to his question, walking around the desk and reaching under it. He had been piss drunk last time he was wearing it sitting at his desk, and it had fallen off. She had placed it under the desk for safe keeping. The robot walked over to her master, the smirk still plastered to her face. She sparked a bit as she handed the hat to him. She then walked back over to her position at the desk, watching Stu carefully. His child-like antic confused her sometimes, how could somebody in their thirties still be have like a 6-year-old?