<strong>Name:</strong>Regis<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Cyber Mastif Handler<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Progen Fifteen<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>One<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Rhia Euphrati,<em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:   None<br/>Wounds:  0</div></div><br/>Regis actually participated a little in the small talk.  Not unlike Ellias, he saw it as a potentially effective ritual for increasing the smooth operation of a social unit.  He was only marginally effective at it, sharing some experiences with a restaurant he'd visited in this hive without actually saying how he ate with the grill replacing his mouth.<br/><br/>As the air grew thicker, and Elias covered his handkerchief with his nose, Regis offered, "When conventional air filtration is not available, a damp cloth can be a marginally effective substitute.  Perfume, while granting some emotional benefits, is on the whole inferior to water."<br/><br/>Regis's eyes narrowed inside of his hood at the sight of the slain dogs being prepared for return to their component parts--the glower perhaps the most sincere show of emotion he'd yet had.<br/><br/>He nodded to Elias.   "Regis, yes.  I will examine the slain."  He and unit twenty-three ambled over to the corpses of the dogs.  He placed a hand on the shoulder of one functionary disposing of the dogs.  "I am authorized to examine the fallen.  Please inform your overseer that I request you be given 20 minutes of recreation."<br/><br/>He glanced at Bones--if that worthy had accompanied him--"Properly timed, recreation can lead to increased productivity.  It has been mistaken for a perk of high station.  This is inefficient."<br/><br/>Regis would not admit to himself that he was delaying looking at the slain canines, but when he did spread out a few that had yet to receive full treatment from the acid, he showed no more emotion than usual.  Deiter, on the other hand, whimpered a little.<br/><br/>He examined the wounds carefully.  He took pictures of a few with his data slate, placing a throne next to the wound for perspective.  He used some tweezers to dig around in a few for trace particles of weaponry or foreign bio matter.