<i>"Ohgodohgodohgod"</i>Jennifer thought, she had honestly thought that the scary goth girl would beat the crap out of her now, she didn't look like the one who took kindly to losing her cigarette. She'd already taken a "defensive" position, by clumsily bringing her arms before her face and squeezing her eyes tight. She was no fighter, not in the slightest, never hurt anybody and wouldn't know how to throw a punch if her life depended on it. Thankfully, the goth girl seemed nicer than her appearance let on, and Jennifer let out a sigh of relieve. It would probably be a bad first impression to get beaten up on the first day here.<br/><br/>Jennifer actually found herself snickering at Mr. Gammond's joke... Or was that General Gammond? Though his story didn't really make much sense. What exactly were they expecting from her? They could hardly expect her to become a soldier, now could they? But the paycheck made her more than just perk up. That was a lot of money, more than she had ever made. And given that this was all very hush hush, there probably wouldn't be any tax deductions. Oooh, what could she do with all that money? Though a much, much better question now would be what she would have to do to earn it.<br/><br/>To say ISIS unnerved her, would be an understatement. In any movie or game where an AI was given the ability to learn, it turned out to eventually kill everybody. Why would the military even develop such a thing? What good would it do for them, to have an AI that could say "Nah, I don't want to do that." But hey, she wasn't the one in charge, and if this thing eventually went on a killing spree, it sure as hell wouldn't be her fault. Most of what it said went past Jennifer, there was just so much information to absorb right now! She got the gist of it though, kitchen, rec room, garage - oh how she wished she had a drivers license now - training room and each a personal room. It all seemed too good to be true. Well, aside from the possible killer AI and its access to a five tier security system that no one could avoid.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but frown at the heavy pack of paper, wondering what it exactly was they were signing. But eventually decided that reading all of this would probably turn her brain dead, or something like that, so she signed it.<br/><br/>The odd request by that rather tall looking man didn't go unnoticed by Jennifer. Why on earth would anybody want to turn their room into a prison?<b>"Euhm, sir?"</b>She approached him carefully, keeping her arms in front of her.<b>"Might I ask why you requested such... Well, odd additions to your room?"</b>Would it have to be about his power, or something? But what power would possibly need a prison?<b>"Euhm, I mean, if you don't mind me asking that is."</b>She quickly sputtered after her initial question, realizing that it was perhaps a bit too personal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>