Shark got into his disguise and made his way to Cubricon. Lifeline had short radioed that she had news to tell him in person. He knocks on the door, then peeks inside, "Doc?" Lifeline lets Shark in promptly. "Thanks for arriving so quickly. How are the teeth feeling?" she asks neutrally enough as she closes the door behind the mech and steps over to the work bench. Without saying anything else, she hands him a list in the oldest of old school technology -- hand written onto a bit of scrap metal. Lifeline leans over to look. "That's it. Was listed as lost, not stolen." Shark grins with all teeth.