Gia frowned looking over at the pile of dead GenMods. She was so close to the voice, but she realized the dead bodies was not a good sign. Soon her hunch was confirmed.<br/>Away in the distance she heard gun fire, followed by the dying scream of a GenMod.<br/><br/>"Trap. Any device, stratagem, trick, or the like for catching a person unawares. "<br/>She thought to herself. Was this a trap? Did the voice wish to kill her, or was this something that simply got in the way? She couldn't figure it out on her own. Seeing a GenMod, running towards her in the distance, she turned and smiled politely. " Good evening." She greeted him, offering her hand. "I am, 1-2-0-8-1-4-0-9-9. Model, Gia. Could you be so kind, and offer me some assistance?" The GenMod already ran past her before she'd finished saying her number, and died shortly after she finished her question. Had she done something wrong? Had she offended him in some way?<br/>"Perhaps i didn't greet him properly." She thought to herself.<br/><br/>Finally she came to the conclusion he most not have understood her. GenMods were after all, objects and could not be expected to have, her level of intelligence. She'd have to find humans, or perhaps a GenMod, close to average intellect.