You restore Zoe...maybe?

You hold your breath as you press the button on the calculator.

Nothing seems to happen for a moment, and the device emits a quiet, labored whine. Strange...this hasn't happened before... Just as you are beginning to worry (more), the whine crescendos to a pop and Zoe reappears, sprawled on the kitchen counter, panting and slicked with sweat. Her gaze darts randomly about the room.

"Zoe?" you ask timidly.

Her eyes focus on you. "Hyyynngg" she grunts.