<i>"Not a specific statement no, ISIS, though I'm sorta hoping you were joking about the reaction with killer gas thing."</i>Sarah said, quickly signing the documents she had carefully read. Apparently content for now.<i>"But yeah, about this all seeing collective or whatever you want to call ex-general McSadjoke. Can you disobey his orders? Like, if you were commanded to destroy yourself, or to kill us. Cause you know, we're all just tools to these guys after all. You're just as inhuman as the rest of us here."</i>She had gotten up during her question, leaving the stack of paper behind while walking through the double door. Exploring each available room of the house, starting with the bedrooms on the second floor.<br/><br/>The sheer size of it already amazed Sarah, and it's clean apparel felt strange to her. Reminding her more of the clinical institutes and police stations she's spend time at than a real house where she would have to live. Unfortunately for the AI she had more questions for it while she explored her new surroundings.<i>"ISIS? Do you consider yourself, like, part of the house? Or is this house you or whatever? Or do you picture you more like a person taking care of the house's functions." </i>Sarah knew she was rambling a little, but she had some many questions for this machine. Or did it consider itself a person? In either case, she also looked around to see if she could see any obvious cameras or listening devices, taking note of any she spotted.<br/><br/>Finding her way back downstairs, Sarah briefly looked around in the living room before heading over to the kitchen, glancing at the three present there. Not stopping to talk, seeing as Helga still hadn't doused the cigarette. Sarah didn't want to break years of keeping away from the habit, but a cig was sounding real good right now. She also wouldn't want people to think she had a thing for the resident catgirl either she told herself, ignoring the soft blush on her cheeks as the memory of the girl on her lap resurfaced. Pushing open the door to the training hall, she looked around. Her wandering red eyes spotted the remains of the foam targets before they found Nathaniel with his arm uncovered. Instantly, she back back against the door, crying out in shock before she could compose a rational reply.<i>"What the fuck are you?!"</i>She yelled with all the tact the punkish-looking girl had shown so far.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>