Seconds later, she launched off towards the sky. Those nanobots do their work quickly.
"Four is how many toes I have on my left foot."
"Three is company. Or romantic."
"Two is romantic."
"One is the loneliness number."
"I like to count things off. Wanna hear me do it?"
"Nano-whatnow?"
The guy on the right can't tell if his foot is numb or just being taken over by nanobots that are slowly changing him into an evil cyborg bent on destruction.