Rather than break her cover, Break Girl goes along with the suggestion.

"Yeah... The, um, labs ought to be good." Break Girl responded sheepishly, rubbing her arm and shoulder with one of her over-sized gauntlets. "How's the lab work going, anyway?"

"Oh, as well as ever," Magnet Girl responded, although her politeness seemed strained. "I suppose we've tested four or five magnets now powerful enough to pull Buster Girl's skeleton straight through her synthetic skin, or crush her and that vulgar Girl Buster of hers into a plasma-powered pancake- ah, my apologies. No offense to your own Break Girl Buster, which I'm sure is quite charming."

"N-none taken..." How could Break Girl take offense to that when she was busy being offended by the idea of weaponized magnets that could easily be turned against her?! "Yeah, uh, you know me. I'm super-excited to see all of the nasty ways we can destroy Buster Girl..."

"Ah, but that's just it. We don't really know each other, do we? Such a shame that we Robot Mistresses don't get more time to simply chat. Instead, here we are, carving it out of the wee hours of the night when we ought to be recharging..." The woman on the other end of the intercom let out a deep sigh. "Well, it won't be the least interesting thing I've stayed up late to do. I really am looking forward to meeting you. I think our conversation will prove very, very interesting. Hmhm..."

"Y-yeah. Heh... heh heh..." Break Girl gulped once more, tugging up her scarf to hide her quivering lower lip. The elevator reached its destination on the third floor, and the door opened in front of her...