[Espy]

There is a strange whistling sound that can be interpreted as an oddly mechanical
and exasperated sigh as the avatar of CRT grabs the girl's wrist and dashes forward, left hand outstretched and sparking wildly.

From the other side of the screen, Barker briefly sees the screen... ripple... before CRT's now-metallic self crosses back into the physical world, Merskelly in tow.

The sudden existence of mass (less than expected) and volume (more than expected) throws off the robot's calculations, and the two bowl into Barker, with all three rolling into a jumbled heap on the ground.

Something buzzes, and CRT works quickly to extricate himself from the pile, aware that most humans and skeletons dislike being crushed under a 230 pound android with sharp edges. He sits down a short distance away, wiping at his monitor with a corner of his jacket. Two characters flicker onto the screen.

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((CRT is 5'3" but made of...metal.))