“What... did you... do to me...?” Madison asked, voice laced with terror as she gazed upon Private Harrier’s now looming form. “Why did you do this to me?!”
Rob was watching her with a fascinated expression, marveling at her newfound size with childish curiosity. "Oh, I uh- the serum had a shrinking effect. You're about the size you should be based on the amount you ingested, if they were right. I mean, was hoping you'd be a bit smaller, but..." His stomach grumbled

“What time is it?" Rob muttered to himself beneath the music of Tchaikovsky, resisting the urge to check his watch. He'd never really been the type of guy for one of these performances and, if he weren't on a mission, he'd have been content to never go to another one. The tickets were paid for, though, and maybe this nice little show was exactly what he needed to calm his nerves. The young man had been given a formal service uniform for the occasion, too, which was always good for the ego.