Welp, time to go back to keeping her door locked constantly. She wandered over to Kirk's desk, noticing for the first time that he'd accumulated a collection - Dick, Tim, what she assumed to be Cissie - before finding hers and his in the most sexual position manageable with a limited number of moving joints.

She didn't comment. He thrived on disapproval. She just rescued hers and just stared at it, disquieted.

"You're actually right for once. This is creepy."