Directive: Do not take over the world. Ever.

Ferra looks askew at the two Comstars, before shrugging. "Interesting tech. Shame if something were to happen to it." She drops the Repeater at Brainstorm's feet, before stepping forward towards Comstar. "I was under the impression that all of Dr. Gears' laboratory notes were in the Gears Foundation's hands. Do you know how this ended up here?" There's a bit of a low edge, and it's not actually directed at Comstar. She knew what his technology was capable of. She did not want it floating loose in the world. Comstar having it is a problem. BlackStar, or the people who hired BlackStar to protect this vault, that would be the far bigger problem.