They're standing in Artie's office, just her and Jinks, and he's leaning across the table to look at the computer's screen.
Quiet conversation flickers between the two of them, and then something slips out of Steve's mouth that makes Claudia's head shoot up. He raises both hands in the air in surrender, and shakes his head rapidly, but she's not having any of it.
A few minutes and two Farnsworth conversations later, Pete and Myka are also stood in Artie's office being stared down by Claudia, who, although she only comes up to Pete's chin, still manages to look pretty intimidating.
Pete raised both arms in frustration. "Alright, who told Claude we put PoopyPants in the bronzer?"
Steve, who was standing behind Claudia raised his hand sheepishly, and shrugged.
Pete wafted away his apology with a hand. "It's fine Jinksy, no worries. It was going to get out sooner or later. I'm just glad she's not angry."
"Not angry?" Claudia's voice cracked and she took a step forwards. "Pete. You put him in the bronzer. I'm past angry; I'm furious. The bronzer, is for serial killers and murderers, it is not a hazing experience for our Probies!"
"Claudia, listen, we let him go as soon as we worked out that was where he was." Myka told her gently, as if that was going to help the situation.
"He shouldn't have been in there in the first place! He shouldn't have been in the sector, he shouldn't have been in the chamber, and you two shouldn't have bronzed him! Especially you Myka! I might have expected this from Pete, but I really thought you'd be more sensible."
"Hey, hey, it wasn't our fault! We accidently knocked over W.C. Fields juggling balls while doing target practise with the Tesla, and they made us drunk when we tried to pick them up, and obviously then we decided it was a good idea to bronze Jinksy." Pete tried to explain, waving his arms around as if to illustrate his point.
"Pete, you're really not helping our case," Myka explained to him gently, laying a hand on his upper arm.
He stopped, sighing. "Oh, alright."
From behind her, Steve blew air out his nose. "They're telling the truth Claude, both of them. I was only in there for a few hours, I promise."
Claudia sighed, lowering her head. "Fine. But be glad I'm not telling Artie."
She turned to Steve. "You sure you're okay?"
He nodded. "I'm fine Claude."
"Good. And you two-"
Pete looked up "Hmm?"
"-scram."