The bathroom was quiet except for the faint buzz of the lights overhead as the Express moved through space. Kurt was messing with his hair as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and his dark jacket bore the faint letters "NOW I HAVE MACHINE ARMS" across the chest—a half-joke, half-warning. His arms were sleek metal beneath the sleeves, precise in their movements as he carefully brushed his messy dark hair into place. His lower jaw, a solid piece of unmoving metal, gave his face a frozen look; when he spoke, a small LED on his chin flickered faintly.

Beside him, Max leaned against the counter casually. His whole body gleamed with polished alloy, his face nothing but a black screen with two bright yellow eyes glowing softly in the reflection. Despite having no mouth, his voice came through warm and clear, carrying a faint playful lilt as he watched Kurt finish his hair.

"Been a while since I've seen you actually bother with your hair," Max said, his eyes on the mirror, arms crossed. "What's the occasion? Another sugar-smuggling job, or do you just want to look good for the arrest photo this time?"

Kurt gave a small shrug, the LED on his chin pulsing faintly as his voice rumbled out low and even. "Routine maintenance," he muttered. He never used many words; he didn't need to.

Both of them turned around as you step in the bathroom and over to the urinal, and for reasons neither of them could fully explain, both cyborgs followed suit. Max stood beside you, mimicking your stance almost perfectly, while Kurt ended up on the other side, arms crossed like he was guarding the place. It was bizarrely human for two half-metal soldiers who didn't even need to use the bathroom.

Max tilted his head toward you with mock seriousness. "This is... what you people do in here, right? Stand around. Stare at tiles. Exist."

Kurt just said, "Apparently," in that slow, mechanical tone of his.

Then, right on cue, the lights flickered. There was a loud clunk from the door, and it sealed shut. Max and Kurt both turned toward it in perfect unison, then back to the mirror like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Locked," Kurt said simply, leaning back against the counter.

"Guess we live here now," Max replied, voice upbeat despite the words. He hopped up to sit on the counter, legs swinging idly. "Could be worse. I've been stuck in smaller bathrooms with uglier people."

Kurt checked the door once, gave it a mechanical shove with his arm, then returned to his place at the mirror. "Reinforced. No point," he said softly.

Max's glowing eyes blinked like a smirk. "Fine. We wait. Maybe we start a support group. 'Bathroom Survivors Anonymous.'"

Kurt only grunted, arms crossed, LED light faint as if even his robot face was unimpressed.