Ada is walking out the door of Brian's apartment, whistling while she walks away. Split Second looms ominously in the foreground.
Brian is sitting on the couch with a screwdriver in his mouth reading a technical manual.
Brian (thinking): But maybe if I can solder in something to interrupt the signal...
Split Second has thrown open the door of the apartment.
Split Second: Halt! I knew I'd find you in here.
Brian has jumped up off the couch, dropped his magazine, and is lightly brandishing the screwdriver while looking scared.
Split Second is running at Brian.
Brian: Wait! It's not safe to-
Split second's fist, basically.
A big splash panel of POW!