"No problem." Otacon answered with a smile, packing up the rest of the first aid kit. "I'll go into town tomorrow morning and get the parts I need to fix it."

He took he Pokegear from her, examining it closely.

"Lucky for you, huh? I can fix things and avoid the authorities like no one's business."

It slipped out in a joking tone, but revealed a bit more than Otacon might have liked.