Garrett
The entire encounter was.. Disorienting, to put it nicely, and moreso very scary to put it not nicely. Scary to see a weird woman with odd powers just toy with him and appear and disappear like a ghost under the black sky, even moreso scary to learn that he was late!

She didn't specify the amount of time as to how late he was, but he was shocked to learn that his time management was in fact terrible. Nevertheless, he didn't have a moment to think about it, as this odd ghost just transported him inwards right in front of the tower.
He seemed unphased by her power being used on him, other than the fact that his eyes went blurry for a moment. Almost used to it. The Weaver simply turned backwards towards her to specify what he was here for.

*"..You see, miss, I can't do a lot other than come to the aid of others, but that i'm very good at!.."*

It felt nerve-racking to speak back, especially with the display of what she could do, and also the fact that there is a giant tower right in front of him. The moment felt exhausting, the air being heavier to breathe in. He felt shy to even take a step forwards in fear of breaking some rule..

..And his comfort walking stick is gone. Must've dropped it when she first appeared, but that doesn't help his current mental state.

*"B-But, just how late.. Am I exactly?.."*

Surely whoever else that's been summoned must be barely entering the tower by now, and all he had to do was just catch up a little bit!
Karen
*"Sure."*

Kirch gave an off-hand, inattentive comment in response to the Weaver's subtle declaration. *He was good at helping other people,* He said. The late mercenary likely had the intent to help the others who had already gone in ahead of him. *`Maybe,`* She thought. *`But you'll be much more useful helping us.`*

In the moment that the two manifested from the sudden shift in environment caused by Kirch's employment of teleportation, the imposing, red-haired woman had already shifted her direct attention away from the mercenary, and down toward a tablet which flickered through a series of data-rich screens. Slowly taking several paces away from the mercenary, Kirch gave a subtle murmur as she peered down at the information on the device.

"You're late because you didn't show up on time. Is that too hard for you to understand?"

She raised a brow, and gave a sarcastically-questioning grin.

"It's your lucky day, either way."
"The autonomous unit..." Kirch spoke, sliding her finger across the digital display of the tablet.
"Well. It's. Dead, and in record time. Amazing."
_ _

Lowering the tablet, she cradled it against her lower abdomen with her left forearm, before pivoting in a single step, turning to face the Weaver again. With a briskness in her gait, she retrieved some papers and a pen from atop a plastic table set just alongside the two, offering them to the mercenary before her. 

"Congratulations. You still get to make some money."

The papers which she offered him listed the details of a **Contract. Non-disclosure, forfeiture of possession of all retrieved objects within the Vektet, and a waiver that severed Odysseus Corporation's liability upon either injury or his untimely death.**

***"Sign."***
*Imperative.* Not a request.

"I'll make this really simple for you."
"There's something I want retrieved discreetly from inside the Vektet."
"About..." — she stared down at the tablet — "Fifty-two minutes ago, the ALOIS unit we sent in stopped functioning."

"Oh, by-the-by. Don't ask any questions. Or talk to anyone else about what I'm having you do. You'll be payed in kind if you keep your mouth sealed."

Kirch folded her arms as she stared at the mercenary, before disappearing in a ***`FWOOSH.`*** Manifesting some distance behind him, she retrieved a satchel-like device — the V.A.R.E.T —, and another R.A.S.W.A.L.T—a single earpiece and a single contact lens. Not allowing the swiftness of her pace to be broken, with another ***`FWOOSH`***, the woman manifested beside the Red Weaver, and **Shoved the satchel into his chest for him to grip.** Finally, she **Tossed him the container which had the earpiece and the contact lens — he'd find out how to use it, probably.**

"I want you to retrieve a piece of the ALOIS unit. A finger or two should suffice. Looks like a pale kid, about 150-centimeters tall, blonde hair, red eyes, made of wood... You catching this?"
Garrett
Her stern talk didn't help him feel any better, but he calmed his nerves himself by just forgetting the fact that everything could kill him here with a single finger. Speaking of fingers, he didn't quite know what to do with the tablet and 'signing', so he dragged his finger on the tablet and drew a pentagram. He assumed it was to do some ritual or something.
The tablet was now imprinted with the Weaver's blood on the screen, which i'm sure makes it's warranty cover broken tablet screens by simply 'healing' the tablet. Pretty gross, but effective warranty.

He did nod at every information she gave him but paused at the fact that the person he was going to look after was made of.. Wood.

*"..Wood? As in made from trees?"*
*"..Ma'am, if you want me to heal a being made of wood, that's gonna be.. Tricky.. But, i'll do it regardless."*

It took him a while to realise he was, in fact, not gonna be in control of this situation, but instead is gonna be a good boy and listen to whatever the psychic stern red lady says to her. Then again he is quite late.

*"Where is this Alois being right now?"*