She raised an eyebrow as she looked at the man who'd commented, sizing him up carefully. Although part of her was tempted to snap at him she realised it'd be more hassle than it was worth, so she let out a sigh and rubbed her perfectly manicured hand across her face, before looking at him again.<br/><br/>"Assuming my reputation hasn't proceeded me," she said, trying to put on the most uninterested expression she could "if you're trying to chat me up you're not even in the right forest. No offence," she added, letting out a self-conscious laugh. She winced, her bionic arm twitching badly enough she was uncertain her attempt to hide it had been successful. "Of all the times to be having an episode," she muttered under her breath, just in time to see a young woman in a red suit walk over to them, shoulder length blonde hair catching Ros' attention immediately. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"<br/><br/>The other woman blushed slightly, leaning over to place a piece of paper on the table. "Professor Mertens requests your presence as soon as you have finished eating."<br/><br/>Ros' eyes narrowed, sharing a confused look with Dion. "Mertens? The hell does Dr Egghead want with us two?"<br/><br/>The woman shrugged. "Apparently the answer to that question was above my paygrade, but he said you'll be interested in what he wants to talk about." She took a step back, nodding to them both before walking away.<br/><br/>The paper only said 'Room 3, Bottom Deck'. Ros turned to Dion. "Now what the hell do you think<em>that</em>was about?"