Mechanized eyes carefully watched Cain, measuring heart- and breathrate, the twitching of her muscles. The lies and deceit of organics had their limits. Brought down to the sheer mathematical world, Cain was broadcasting every curve of her relief and tension, her every intention. Alice's systems could predect Cain readying to pull the trigger from 0.7 up to 2.4 seconds before she did the deed. Alice could take aim and shoot in 1.3 from her current stance and it would take another 0.2 seconds for her disabling bolt to hit the woman. Even if the odds weren't comfortable, there was a mathematical simplicity about violence and action. As a machine, she could accurately determine the best course of action. As an awakened AI however, she had the liberty of a third option.<br/><br/>Tensions in the entire room dropped as Cain let the medic go and Alice was already smirking to herself about her ability to change the situation into something more favourable.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Good girl."</span>The AI watched the medical crew take their leave, then focused on the task at hand, pausing only to comment on Cain's words.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Not one to keep your dreams realistic, are you?"</span>She took point once they left through the kitchen, the crowds parting for her uniform and badge and her antennae constantly twitched as she carefully picked their route for the best speed and least attention. Toshi and Cain probably had never had such a smooth and undisturbed run through the station's halls. The effects of the terrorist's strike were still felt, but no longer was every comm line occupied with people frantically checking if their kin or other interests were okay. To the AI though, the tragedy was just statistics that were going to make work harder for a while.<br/><br/>The group soon reached the last bend before reaching the fed-run medical station. Alice could already hear her collagues's conversation carrying over the general chaos ahead. They were still in a back alley, away from the station's central hallways. Graffiti and worn posters lined the wall while the floor was stacked with trash.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Alright."</span>Alice stopped dead in her tracks, turning around to face Cain and Toshimi catching up.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Don't lag behind there, Calamari."</span>She sneered at the alien before looking at Cain. From her belt Alice pulled two wrist braces made from gleaming metal: Magcuffs. These handy high-tech cuffs use a combination of repelling and attracting magnetic forces to let the user direct the wearer's limbs at her leisure. A great deal both in the bedroom and while on duty.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Miss Inviere, you're been co-operative so far despite your little stunt. Chances are, you might just get out of this with a night in jail, a stern warning and a hefty bail if you continue to play nice. If not... I have no issues sharing your bounty with the rest of the security team for a nice bonus atop our pay."<br/>
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"So, I'm going to have to ask you to surrender your weapons and put these on, miss Inviere. You're probably familair with these cufflinks? Don't bother looking for the control device." </span>Alice's attenae twitched, before she turned to look at Toshimi who was hanging around slightly away from the others and looked all too ready to slip away.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Now, Miss Toshimi... I have no idea of the source of friction between you and miss Inviere. I already need to tell the system you are, in fact, alive. I can't have a bystander just hang around a captured criminal though, especially one whose body screams for blood every moment she spends in Inviere's presence. You can walk away now, or I take you in as an unwitting accomplice to miss Inviere so you can ensure Cain's pet is safe and cared for though I can't tell why you would even care as much as you do."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>