She followed not long after, making her way to a single door on a deck almost entirely deserted other than an armed guard stood outside the door. "Mertens is expecting us," Ros said, watching as the man put a finger to one ear, before pressing the button to one side which opened the door.<br/><br/>The room beyond was dominated by a large bank of computers which covered half the far wall, the only other furniture being a single chair nearby. The other half was covered by what appeared to be a window although it was entirely black. A second door was on the right-hand side of the wall, a sign reading Private, Do Not Disturb hanging from it.<br/><br/>"Apologies, I'll be with you in a moment," came a voice that Ros realised was emanating from a pair of legs sticking out from under the computer, a lab coat just visible. "Getting this thing to function is more difficult than I imagined it'd be." the speaker finally emerged, revealing a young man about Ros' age, with unkempt red hair and a pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose. "Ah, glad to see you've both made it, I am Professor Arne Mertens. I know, I look too young to be a Professor."<br/><br/>Ros raised an eyebrow. "Right now I'm more concerned with why you're so keen to talk to us."<br/><br/>"Quite simple really," Mertens said, standing up and pointing to the computers behind him. "I believe I've found a way to prove you two innocent...assuming you're not lying anyway. And who knows Ros, perhaps I can help your malfunctioning ar..." He froze as he saw the expression the woman gave him. "Ah, our friend here doesn't know about your bionics does he?"<br/><br/>"He didn't," Ros said, unable to hide the annoyance in her voice. "My dad's reputation hangs over me enough without people figuring out I've got military grade tech in one arm."