[ How the hell had anyone gotten in here? When the alert had come through, she immediately rolled her eyes. Someone had dropped the ball and she wouldn't be surprised if they were on the wrong end of a needler by now. Security breaches, particularly ones that ended with uninvited guests, were bad for business. The creation of super soldiers had been a long-standing goal among more than one House in the Whole and her House giving up their edge in the market would be the most idiotic mistake it could make.
Even without the description of their invader, the man would have stuck out. She knew everyone in the compound, had a database she could tap into if she needed to be sure, and none looked so... peculiar as the man shown to her over the security feed. Why the hell was he here?
Whatever his reason, they needed to find him to end this lockdown. She's set off to patrol in a small hope that the man has found his way here though why he'd want to be in the high-security part of the facility, she has no idea. If he was looking for a clone of his own, there were far easier ways to obtain one and besides, the last dossier she had on Naismith said he already had one.
Her steps don't falter as she moves through each room, greeting those she passes with small nods as she brushes past. Seeking out the intruder isn't her job, but how often does she get to see an outsider that isn't a client or involved in a business dealing? It'd be interesting for at least a few moments before the man had to be hauled away.
It's by chance that she notices something... off by the training equipment. One step, the right angle, and she swore she caught a glimpse of something moving back there. A small smirk graces her lips as she steps closer, ready to lean casually over the piece of equipment to avoid drawing attention to herself. If anyone asked what she was doing maintenance was an easy enough answer to throw back.
She taps a finger on the edge of the equipment as if considering it before calmly asking, ] Lose something back there?
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Her House. As if she had chosen it. She was created here, her implantation to her new body successful. One of the first fully functioning prototypes that could be paraded to future investors when there weren't aptitude tests or training she had to take part in. The whole damn thing felt like a waste of her time and abilities, even more so when she ended up back in the clone creché during the compound's lockdown.
Even without the description of their invader, the man would have stuck out. She knew everyone in the compound, had a database she could tap into if she needed to be sure, and none looked so... peculiar as the man shown to her over the security feed. Why the hell was he here?
Whatever his reason, they needed to find him to end this lockdown. She's set off to patrol in a small hope that the man has found his way here though why he'd want to be in the high-security part of the facility, she has no idea. If he was looking for a clone of his own, there were far easier ways to obtain one and besides, the last dossier she had on Naismith said he already had one.
Her steps don't falter as she moves through each room, greeting those she passes with small nods as she brushes past. Seeking out the intruder isn't her job, but how often does she get to see an outsider that isn't a client or involved in a business dealing? It'd be interesting for at least a few moments before the man had to be hauled away.
It's by chance that she notices something... off by the training equipment. One step, the right angle, and she swore she caught a glimpse of something moving back there. A small smirk graces her lips as she steps closer, ready to lean casually over the piece of equipment to avoid drawing attention to herself. If anyone asked what she was doing maintenance was an easy enough answer to throw back.
She taps a finger on the edge of the equipment as if considering it before calmly asking, ] Lose something back there?