"Honestly, I don't know how long it was for sure. I was panicking pretty badly myself." he admitted, Asimov making a pleased bleating sound at the attention. "A few days, at the very least. Less than a week, maybe...Rise, any idea?"

Otacon's voice took on an admonishing big brother tone at Heather's yelp, basically the sound of a mother hen cluck-cluck-clucking.

"Heather, hold still. You moving around is only making it more difficult."