Her Wi-Fi connection

"Yeahhh... So if a human wanted to borrow a robot's pants... And the robot didn't want everyone to know she was a robot..."

You saw Upsilon's eye glow slightly again. "...What if the human didn't want anyone to know what happened concerning a Luigi Amiibo two months ago?"

Nebula's face dropped and she turned red in embarrassment. "Hey, wait. Hold on-"

"What if the human spent four hours in the emergency room attempting to extract-"

Nebula took your hand and ran as fast as she could away from Upsilon. The last thing you heard was a sing-song "Bye Delores~" from behind you. Nebula was red faced and trembling, breaking into weird giggles whenever you slowed down. You honestly felt bad for Nebula, but you couldn't deny how hilarious her reaction was. You decided you liked Upsilon a little bit more now.

"Okay. That- uh, just pretend that didn't happen." Nebula stuttered once you two found an empty hallway to collapse in, both sliding down the lockers to sit on the floor. Nebula's shirt slid upwards, causing her ass to touch the dirty hallway floor next to you. She scrambled up when she felt the cold floor, dusting off her buttcheeks right in front of you. Nebula collected herself, taking a few deep breaths.

"Say Sam..."

"You can't have my pants. If you even ask I'm leaving." You responded automatically.

"Ugh, fine..." Nebula sighed, exasperatedly. She shivered as a cold breeze blew through the hallway. Your gaze was drawn towards Nebula's nipples, poking through the Owl Man logo like little buttons. Nebula's head whipped around erratically, you could guess searching for someone to scam out of their pants yet again. However, you sitting on the ground gave a perfect angle to peek up Nebula's shirt. You couldn't see her actual vagina, but you noticed she definitely shaved everything down there recently... Nebula's hips swayed hypnotically as you studied the inside of her thighs, her ass rubbing against a locker. Nebula shifted her thighs wider apart each time you focused on the space in between, practically daring you get a glimpse of her womanhood.

"AH!" Nebula suddenly yelled, causing you to slam your head on a locker behind you. Nebula clutched onto your arm, pulling you upright. "Joyce! She'll have inflato-pants or something!" Nebula dragged you towards her. Joyce Barnes... Its kind of embarrassing how much you subconsciously absorbed Nebula's prattling, but apparently she's a secret agent. You've never spoken to her personally before... She always seemed pretty distant... Nebula dragged you towards Joyce as she stood alone by her locker, staring intently into it while fidgeting with something metal. You could hear soft click clacking noises as you drew closer to her, like little snapping magnets. You spied a glimmer of silver in Joyce's hands before she shoved something into her jacket pockets. As you two approached Joyce, she turned to you with a pleasant smile.

"Hi Sam, how are you? And you are..."

"You know, the government is supposed to be the servants of the people... right?"

"Uh-"

Oh god, she's doing it again.

"And anyone who works for..."

Suddenly, Nebula stopped. Is she actually learning from her mistakes? Nebula sheepishly grinned at Joyce, before taking a deep breath. "H-hullo... I'm Nebula. Sorry for bothering you." Nebula's face twitched as if she was forcing every muscle group in her face into a neutral position, and she held out her hand. Joyce happily shook it.

Nebula walk-jogged away from you both. You wanted to ask what that metal thing was, or how Joyce knew your name, but if your time with Nebula taught you anything, its that sometimes its better not to know. Proudly stupid, you head off to catch up with Nebula