Al took the muffin and bag of gummies from him. She took a brief moment to look him over. Was he new? After awhile all the faces of the Resistance began to blur together. But then again, she spent all day in the lab, so she really only saw the regulars, the people who had been here since before she had even arrived a bruised bloody mess. She saw Dante eagerly jump up and attempt to snatch the cheese he could smell from Mehki's hand. Al took a pensive bite out of the blueberry muffin. To her surprise, it was actually quite fresh and even still a bit warm. If the rest of the Resistance knew anything about her, it was two things. One, that she liked taking androids apart. And two, that she had a major sweet-tooth. She had tried to cut sugar out of her diet (or at least minimize her intake) a few times in the past year or so, but had inevitably failed each and every time. It didn't help that someone was always trying to give her candy or sweets to bribe her into divulging a bit of her research. The interest tended to be innocent, but Al was cautious, perhaps even paranoid, by nature.<br/><br/>"Most of the new useful stuff was in the recording mechanisms used in the retinal and audio areas," Al replied with a shrug. "Melius has gotten more refined in the tech there, so I'm assuming the assholes are starting to get skittish, or at least they know someone's taking their precious pieces of scrap. The recording should have instantly pinged back to Melius, but because we aren't stupid and realized they might try that, the message didn't even get past my lab. Footage cuts out just after I shot him in the head though. Looked kinda cool to be honest, like some hardcore music video or something."<br/><br/>Al offered just the smallest satisfied smile at the memory. She was almost sorry Melius hadn't been able to see it. The scrawny Mexican kid they had tried to turn now turning their own machines against them with relish. They hadn't gotten her then, and they wouldn't get her now. Not if she could help it. And apparently, she was helping a great deal, from the looks of it, even if the rest of her colleagues might have been scared shitless of her at times. By now, she had accepted the name of the Butcher. It made her seem not quite human, otherworldly, or at least something to be afraid of. So long as she could strike a bit of fear into Melius, she was happy.<br/><br/>"Dante, sit," she instructed her dog, who obeyed her despite the lightning speed wagging of his tail and the excited panting. "Stay, and wait for the nice man to give you the cheese. No snapping."<br/><br/>Then she turned her attention back to Mekhi.<br/><br/>"I'd give it to him quick, cause he doesn't like to wait long."