Syntropy flinched instinctively at the golden woman's touch, but only a moment later she began to feel at ease with it. In fact she felt more and more relaxed with each passing second, starting to ignore that those seconds were quickly amassing to days, weeks and then months to the rest of the universe. She took another long drink from the mug, somehow only becoming thirstier for it. She felt the corners of her full lips tugging up into a smile, though she wasn't certain why she should be happy about anything at the moment. Perhaps it was how kind and friendly this woman was. And the man with the metal arm, the serpent at the table, even the dark, looming shape that seemed to be approaching; they were surely good and friendly people.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrange">What was your job before you came here, love?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-size: 9px">Research assistant</span>," Syntropy began to mumble, then shook her head with a carefree laugh. Why should she try to hide the truth? "I was a project for NovaGen, a volunteer. They promised me they could remake me, turn me into something... more. A perfect being. They didn't pay me anything, I gave them what I had just for the chance." She looked down at herself, wiggling her hips on the barstool and consciously pressing her dark thighs together as she realized the warmth she felt was causing her to do more than simply sweat. "I mean they got to design my new body the way they wanted, but it's so much better than how I was before. Just plain and ordinary. Now I can get attention just walking into a room."<br/><br/>The Malcir had addressed the rainbow-haired woman by now, as Syntropy rambled freely. "I guess I'll need a job now too," she murmered, leaning forward to peer at the drone which was quickly tucked out of sight. "I did favours for the scientists all the time, I can be useful. One hundred percent, I can."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>