<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>MYST-R-OUS-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Cramped and annoyed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>B37 in the VAT sector<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bat<br/><hr/><em><br/><em>Myst let out a loud squawk of annoyance as the third interloper forced his way into the conference-room-disguised-as-a-closet.  The cook... or mop cleaner... or re-education failure... or WHATEVER it was she was had scooted in without so much as a by-your leave and currently had her shoulder shoving rather uncomfortably up between the troubleshooter's legs.  It was an odd sensation, and odd sensations tended to be bad, but nonetheless did not actually feel bad.  This worried her.  She knew that the appropriate, Friend Computer approved response was to blasterily eject the woman from the room since this room was highly classified but... she kind of wanted to let the girl continue to struggle and shift her shoulder back and forth.<br/><br/>Looking up, she looked straight into the face of Bat, biting her lip slightly even as she tumbled forward, her form pressing against him haphazardly since her balance was all screwed up.  Thinking back on it, she considered that, even if she wanted to blastify the cook, she really didn't have much of an angle to do so, and that seemed extremely suspicious!  First the woman causes her to feel tingles in bits that had never before tingled, and now she was apparently an extremely talented strategist.<br/><br/>Myst squirmed her hands a bit, but couldn't get her Personal Digital Communicator to a position where it could be used, so she instead reached up and grabbed Bat's, saying clippily into it.  </em>"Attention VAT Sector Security.  Individual avoiding Re-education process located and detained within VAT B37.  Please send detention bot to collect."<br/><br/><em>Score one for troubleshooting!</em></em>