Calm; the moment before the storm, the silence, the eerie stillness. She breathed in, slow and out steady.  Focused on the screen before her, taking in the flashing data, streams of numbers and encrypted symbols. She didn't flinch, she wasn't startled, he hadn't scared her, nor surprised her. She passed over his sudden appearance without a thought. “Obviously.” There was no tone in her voice, no sense of emotion, she was completely unreadable. She was wise only to pull up certain data, since now she had someone looking over her shoulder. She transferred all the files on the mech to her system and sent out an order to have all the parts sent to her personal laboratory immediately for further examination. She exited the screen and shut the entire system down, every test will be suspended until she examined the machine.<br/><br/>She turned around and faced the man. She didn’t realize she was still wearing her doctor's uniform but had lost her name tag in the chaos.<br/><br/>There in her eyes the fierce essence of her soul blazed within the abyss of her pitch black pupils. Mirrored in the brown irises, with the splattered bits of gold was condemnation; the guilt eating away within her. She will be consumed and allow herself to be haunted. She suffered from a self induced agony that weeded through her very veins and it has been ignited with the force of her guilt ten fold.<br/><br/>Loathing rose fast and hot as molten lava, oozing from her pores when it occurred to her who he was. She smiled, a pleasant expression of her annoyance. Number of reasons popped up as to why he was here in the monitoring room. “Heh.” She dismissed him, walking past him as though he wasn't there.  It did indeed cause suspicion but she wasn't suspicious of him. He wouldn't have the capability, his counterpart possibly but it made her think.<br/><br/>It made her think of who else had access, not only before or during Obsidian’s creation but after the explosion. The clean up could have been tampered with, the evidence removed. Attacks against the  corporation weren't unheard of, it has happened before and threats; threats of death, kidnapping, hacking and so on.<br/><br/>After her time with subject-stupidest-arrogant project 149A in the morning she'll have to bring in some of the more hands on crew. She'd tap her watch, the screen came up and floated in front of her. She'd send out a memo to those mechanic crew members who've ever worked on Obsidian and to any who were there before or after explosion. They would have to be at her lab by 7:30 am, mandatory. She'd also put a stop to any trash disposals, for the most part everything would basically be shut down, put in limbo and the system network would be locked down, no data will leave the network unless it was hacked.<br/><br/>She wouldn't bother with anyone else. She was swallowed within her own thoughts, going over the data she picked out from the diagnostics files and potential suspects. She would not rule anyone out, even her own family.<br/><br/>Danny would go back to her apartment. Mo was waiting for her.  She stood inside her apartment, dirty, tired, her clothing covered in small stains of blood. Mo hovered in front of her still in the shape of a gecko with a bubbly head. “Mo, over see the transportation of Obsidian to my lab. You will be invisible.” Mo swayed from side to side, he knew better not to test her now, not in the emotional state she was in. The readings he acquired from her were off the chart, he'd rather not be smashed. The door would open when he left and he disappeared into oblivion.<br/><br/>She'd shower by the time she was done it was 11:30.<br/>Mo was in stealth mode spying on the workers as they moved the mech, not only did he watch them but  he scanned the network for any abnormalities, out going data or security breaches. He also stayed aware of anyone that shouldn't be there in the move.<br/><br/>What was it that people would do when something disastrous happened? Those that weren’t directly affected went about their plans. How she desperately wanted to be one of those people. Her conscious said otherwise, she needed to be responsible, take actions, not sleep. But she was tired of doing it that way, so she decided to pretend to be one of those people who didn't have to carry that weight on their shoulders.<br/><br/>She'd go to that club. It wasn't her thing and that is exactly why she wants to go. All dressed up she was someone different. She wore a dress she would have never worn before. It was short, fitting and it sparkled with blue sequence. She wore heels to match. Why did she even have the dress? Well because one time she was out getting lunch. The dress was displayed in a window and she thought, why not, she really didn't have an intention to ever wear it.<br/><br/>She was someone else, today’s events didn’t happen to her. She didn't want to be a Conway. She'd go to the club, get herself  couple drinks and wash it all away. It won't take much since she was never really a drinker.