Tamara turned her head to look at Turk, her ears flickflicking some, then she shrugged. "Just walking... Mew, I smelled some new scents around, we got new people here?" She asked, while walking to the janitor and rubbing herself a little against him, much like a cat would, seeking rubs and scritches and caresses. The metallic plate on her collar shined briefly, the inscription engraved on it easily read: 'Experiment Tam#204-17'.<br/><br/>The seventeenth clone of this particular breed of Tamara. Though, the last time Turk saw her, wasn't the collar reading 16 instead of 17? Then what happened to the previous clone?<br/><br/>On Tam's mind, 'people' was referring to everyone, personnel and experiments alike. She had been allowed to visit some experiments, and even made friends with the most harmless of them, with the authorization of the staff and director, who where very interested in watching the reactions of both experiments, and observed closely the reactions. Especially with some unique 'things' or creatures they created themselves, and which aren't found in nature.<br/><br/>Then her ears perked, as if she remembered something. The fact she had sometimes a quite short attention span wasn't really helping her, but she was designed this way. "The cute flower on the other room has vanished! I liked her! You know where she went?" she asked, sounding quite sad and worried that said flower vanished. Though, now, the question was: was Tamara speaking about an experiment or not? She caused false alarms in the past by asking such questions, making people think an experiment escaped, while it wasn't the case.