Hector scowls as he raises his hands, seemingly wanting to just get this over with as the two girls went to tie him up. Magic was already an outside-context problem for the uncaring scientist, so it was likely better to just go along with these wannabe villains' plans. And in an attempt to prove he really was surrendering, "Combat Drones... Just go, but VroomBe, come with me," He said to seemingly no one, before a short boxy machine slid in. "So, since you're neither going to kill me yet, I assume you're here to torture me, make me work for you, or something crazy like transform me." He said as he also requested, "Transport Agent, gather my notes, offline tablet and identification," With them soon arriving from a smaller and less intimidating construct, in the form of a few enigmatic hard drive-like objects and a much more sharply cornered (and thick) tablet. "If you want me to work for you, or give you info, this is what I believe to be the best way. Just plug this in to a computer you got, break through the firewall and consume the delicious data. Or just have me read them for you." The edges of his mouth twitched a bit, before he returned to his glare.
You squinted a bit at them and at Hector's exhausted and frustrated appearance, as your guards went to tie him up. Those statements of his were certainly choice words, albeit, all of which could possibly describe what you're going to do to him when you all get back. And you can't help, but note down how this laboratory does seem exceptionally advanced, well, compared to the knowledge you had from your false life as a man. Perhaps in the future, with heavy supervision, this could become your own lab as well for world domination. "Well then, let's take you to my realm," You say as Arctia takes the notes and Tigra picks up the 'VroomBe' for transport. While dubious, neither seem to be outright dangerous yet.
And soon, the three of you arrived back home, and something in Hector's eyes seem to change as he looked around. "...This place is nowhere near comparable to my own facilities, but still certainly is something! Maybe I can make it big here," You correct him. "Yes, it is much better than your meager laboratory, slave," And his look of wonder fades away, as vague frustration replaced it. "I do admit, the theater is weird being in the living room, and I can't help but try to estimate how the kitchen and other rooms here are like," He then said with some wariness in his voice, "Well, I at least assume that they'd be 100% better than whatever ideas for them I'd have," The Scientist added on.
"They'd better be," You growled.
And then Hector suddenly froze as his composure cracked a bit, "...Oh, I had voice command,"