Zane looked at her, stunned. His eyes endlessly tracking the face that had seemed so illusive to him until this point.
"You're antiquated bus should be ready shortly. You are Zane," The mention of his name caught him out of his daze. "A droid like me. What does Zane stand for?"
He stuttered, thinking up an answer, still caught off by seeing her here. "I stand for peace, freedom, and courage in the face of all who threaten-"
"She means your name, tin head." Jay playfully nudged him on the shoulder, the reality of the other's presence catching up with him.
He turned back to the mysterious droid he now had a name for and smiled. "I guess I'm just… Zane."
"Permission to scan?" Her eyes were very cold. Something was off about her.
"Um… permission, granted?"
She began scanning his body, Zane still trying to work out what he was missing in his head.
"Your hardware is outdated, and your processor is slow and incompatible with ours."
This droid was not like the one he had seen in his dream, and yet he was sure it had to be her. "Peculiar. All droids must recharge our batteries, yet, curiously, I am unable to locate your energy source." She lifted her hand, placing it on his shoulder, his breath hitching, this phantom that had haunted him, now making physical contact. "What powers you?"
"I… uh… I don't know."
She let go of him, turning to guide them away. "Mr. Borg would like to see the ninja on the 100th floor."
Zane couldn't move. He was paralyzed. How strange it was to meet someone you only knew in your dreams.
"Hey, you alright?" Cole asked, snapping him out of his trance once again.
Zane turned to look at him, pensive, his voice hushed. "You remember the vision I had?"
Cole's eyes went wide. "The one about the green ninja, and the stone warriors, and your father, and-"
"Yes," Zane stopped him, looking past him and towards Pixal. Cole turned to match his gaze, following her as she led the rest of the ninja towards the elevators.
"Is that her?" He turned back towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She's the one from the end of your dream?" he asked, his voice noticeably quieter.
Zane nodded; his eyes still locked on her. "She doesn't seem right though. She's not like in the dream. It's like she's completely emotionless." His eyes turned back to Cole, now fairly panicked. "She has to gain feeling at some point."
"Isn't that a good thing?" Cole asked, confused.
Zane shook his head. "Something bad is going to happen to her."
"What?"
"I don't know." Zane was visibly shaking at this point.
"Then how do you know something bad will happen? What was happening in the dream?"
Zane's eyes shifted back over to Pixal, his lips remaining silent.
"Zane, what is it?"
"… she was crying."