Connecting the stains with invisible lines, Kassia had managed to create a series of constellations on surprisingly dirty ceiling. She half wondered what made the stains in the first place, but then decided she would rather not know. With a heavy sigh the brunette closed her eyes and thought back to the previous night.<br/><br/><i>After dropping off Mr. Moore, she had lingered outside the butcher’s shop wondering if she should help. Not that Ali ever needed help. Honestly, she had really wanted the chance to talk to Mr. Moore. Despite how long she had been with the resistance, she had never had the chance to speak with an android while they were active. Hearing second hand accounts of other’s conversations was not the same. She had turned to go back inside when a gunshot came from behind the door. “…So much for that idea.”<br/>
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Turning away from the door, she figured it was better to get yelled at now rather than later seeing as how questioning the late Mr. Moore would not longer be up for an interrogation. She had wandered further into the base slowly, following a mental map towards where she was sure the resistance leaders were gathered in the meeting room. After her spectacular show in broad daylight, she could only imagine how irate they might be. While drawing public attention towards Melius and their actions is something they do aim for on occasion, drawing attention to themselves was not exactly ideal.<br/>
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After a rather drawn out trek towards the base’s meeting room, Kassia was surprised to find only one person waiting for her. Jacob was an older man, he had to be nearing his late sixties by now, of tall stature. His pepper colored hair was cropped short with a matching neatly trimmed beard. He was leaning against the table at the center of the room. The table was covered in various building schematics and reports. Jacob’s focus however was on the radio set up on the counter mounted along the wall to the left of the doorway. The radio was tapped into the police’s radio frequency and was currently reporting the disturbance from the park. Kassia winced as a description of her appearance was reported, along with their get away van. Thankfully it seemed no eyewitness reports were available for Dez or Jeremy, so there was that.<br/>
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Setting down his mug of coffee, she didn’t even remember him holding one when she walked in, Jacob turned his blue eyes towards her. It was amazing how he managed to look both proud and disappointed with one simple stare. “It seems you’ve had a rather eventful evening.”<br/>
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Kassia was surprised that he hadn’t had much more to say about the scene she had caused. But had instead had her give her report with only a few questions here and there.<br/>
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“Given the situation. The others and I feel it’s best if you remain at the base until things settle down. For now, get some rest.”<br/>
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With that she had been dismissed.</i><br/><br/>After leaving the mission room she had attempted to do what both Jacob and Al had suggested and get some rest. Yet she had managed to sleep for maybe thirty minutes before she was startled back into consciousness. She didn’t know if it was something external or nightmares that woke her, but whatever it was it left her on edge and wide awake. With a throbbing headache to boot. Sleep had been alluding her for the past few weeks now and it was starting to get frustrating. Her lack of sleep was making her both reckless, Moore situation for example, and paranoid. Every time she closed her eyes it felt like someone was watching her. So instead of bothering to try and sleep she had taken to drawing patterns on the ceiling with her eyes and doing her best to think about nothing. Before she knew it, her phone was chirping with her morning alarm.<br/><br/>Rolling to her side, Kassia reached into her back pocket and retrieved the noisy device. Silencing the alarm, she opened her messages and groaned when she saw that a few of her teammates had decided to congratulate her on her spectacular performance. Scrolling through the comments, ranging from sarcastic to downright lecturing her, her attention was drawn to one person’s post. It was a video from the early morning news feed. Tapping on the video, Kassia sat up and watched as a rather poorly shot camera recording showed her dragging Mrs. Moore through traffic. Wonderful…that’s just what she needed. Her recklessness caught on video. At least whoever shot the thing didn’t seem to catch her face. Scrolling through the news report below the video, she saw the link for the videographer’s website. [Gen]eration [Inform]ative. Creative.<br/><br/>Clicking the link, she found herself browsing through a variety of conspiracy stories and videos. “Wow, and here I thought I was getting paranoid…” Scrolling to the more recent posts, she located the one from the news. Unlike the clip shown on the news, this one had the videographer’s commentary. Man was this Gen person wordy. And dedicated. She climbed a fire escape for that shot? A small part of Kassia had almost wished she had fallen…but only a small part. Okay a big part of her did, the girl caught her on camera being stupid it seems only fair.<br/><br/>Despite her annoyance with being caught on video, Kassia had to admit she was pretty impressed with her robot connections. Because she wasn’t wrong. Aside from the girl who decided to join Moore in the chase getting hit with a van and getting back up, she wondered what other evidence this girl has dug up concerning the androids. If she had any. She could just be insane and happened across legitimate footage. She decided since she had nothing better to do for now, she’d dig through the girl’s posts and see if anything else was noteworthy. But first, she felt the need to comment. Briefly reading some of the other posts, wow there are a lot of paranoid people out there, she finally clicked on the reply tab below the post, she composed a simple reply to this woman’s footage as well as everyone else’s replies.<br/><br/>CaffeineAddict0013: “Lame.”<br/><br/>Okay not creative. But whatever, she never claimed to be witty. Posting her reply, she laid back down and started digging through Gen’s older posts. Hopefully she'd find something useful, or at least get so bored she'll pass out.