[She hadn't actually expected anyone would be here. After all, her intention had been to dump her materials in the department and hope that it would all pass off for materials necessary for use.
The young voice puts both Isha and Q on alert. Q-11's ears prick in the direction of the door.]
Go check.
[And so he does, with the cock of his head. What Q sees, Isha sees, and what she sees is someone scrawny and short at the door.
Isha sweeps across the room to open the door.]
Looking for something?
[She looks very inconspicuous, what with a black prosthetic left arm covered in gold in diamonds, round sunglasses on, and a robotic greyhound eying the boy curiously.]
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The young voice puts both Isha and Q on alert. Q-11's ears prick in the direction of the door.]
Go check.
[And so he does, with the cock of his head. What Q sees, Isha sees, and what she sees is someone scrawny and short at the door.
Isha sweeps across the room to open the door.]
Looking for something?
[She looks very inconspicuous, what with a black prosthetic left arm covered in gold in diamonds, round sunglasses on, and a robotic greyhound eying the boy curiously.]