Darkness.<br/><br/>Then white.<br/><br/>And then yellow against the white and dark. The freshly loaded program resolves into a tight, compact form. Less curved than many female programs, it is limned with richly glowing brilliant amber; darts and slight ballistic curves of light that suggest speed.<br/><br/>Corrie opens her eyes; dark irises against fields of bright yellow. She tilts her head slightly. Quick, bird-like movements as she takes in the<em>hereness</em>of the place.<br/><br/><em>Here</em>imminently infers the existence of<em>There</em>, and Corrie knows implicitly that where these concepts coexist there are things that must be moved between them. And if nothing<em>Here</em>needs to be moved, then Corrie needs to go<em>There</em>, wherever that may be, where assuredly something will need transportation.<br/><br/>Quickly.<br/><br/>A sense of purpose brightens the lines of the freshly rezzed program's light armor as Quorra extends her hand.<br/><br/>"Greetings, program. I am Corrie. I hope you were not waiting many microcycles." The newcomer grins tightly as she accepts Quorra's hand, leaning forward a little more than necessary, her body language<em>almost</em>challenging.<br/><br/>"Where do you need to be?"