Her training had gotten her ready for any number of threats that she might encounter while patrolling the Martian Outback, yet Jeanette had not thought that she would be performing the work better suited to an engineer. But the people of the outbacks and wastes didn't have time to wait for an engineer. She'd just have to do her best.<br/><br/>"Yeah, we can save that for last. Once we've got a lay of the land." Jean said to her partner, mostly for the benefit of any and all Synth workers nearby who might be worried they would have to do it all on their own.<br/><br/>As the two Rangers walked into the dwelling to see what they could find, Jeanette went over what little they did know so far of the case. As far as they knew, no one had been hurt. It looked more like a case of sabotage. Yet there were a lot worse, and more permanent, ways to shut down facilities like these.<br/><br/>"Those broken nanos, could you tell if they were from the guardian Swarm or from the intruders? Maybe a few of the Guardians managed to take their killers out with them?" She didn't know exactly how much they could analyze from scraps, but every little bit helped in an investigation.<br/><br/>The doors of the residential opened with a pressurized hiss, that left the cool, fresh air out. God, Jean loved that smell. Freshly produced oxygen, from real grass no less! The Earth must have been such a wonderful place in its prime, before the Hypercorps ruined it, and before the TITANs finally killed it. She hoped that one day all of Mars could smell as good as the dome, but then again, it wouldn't mean much if the Corps ruined it all again. Mars would have to be free first.<br/><br/>Their boots gently crunched upon some of the grass inside as they walked on, and the sound of it sparked a thought in her mind. The dome seemed untouched, even the grass was fine, the air smelled clean, there were no dead patches of carbon the way Nanites would kill by disassembling. If this was really meant to destroy then the attacks were doing a very poor job of it.<br/><br/><em>"This is definitely weird. If its a swarm that can take out guardians, then it could have done<strong> a lot </strong>more damage. Why just the tools and pumps?"</em>Jeanette told her muse to send that through her Ecto and to Peña. With so many synths around she wanted to be careful when it came to security. She didn't want to say everything out loud, in case this was an inside job, and didn't want to broadcast it openly via their mesh without at least some measure to keep it secure.<br/><br/>She racked her brain trying to think of if she could remember any intel profiles, or just anything that sounded like this case, while they arrived to an area with several synths moving about. They all seemed to be just going about their business, yet there was an edge of tension in the air, especially from one Synth that was broadcasting their worries loud enough that they might have heard it back on Pluto.<br/><br/>Jean spotted the way the only armed Synth in the room was looking rather twitchy. He was worried enough he might be more open to talking if it meant that this could all be someone else's problem.<br/><br/><em>"I can handle Mr Twitchy over there, you can handle the Coder. Then we double up on the workers and see if anything else is missing once they have their headcount."</em>Jean said over their connection, without ever speaking a word, as she parted ways with Peña, and started her path over to the security synth. She walked as she'd always been trained to do, coming off abit more on the military side of the Martian Ranger training, rather than the way some came off as Space Cowboys, straight out of some Meshnet series.<br/><br/>"Evening." She opened up with a nod and smile, yet kept the 'Serious Ranger' body language that she'd learned was good when dealing with anyone carrying a gun.<br/><br/>"Jeanette Dames, Martian Rangers. We're here about your recent troubles. You've got nothing to worry about, my partner and I will be handling things but I've got a few questions. Would you mind telling me what you know about the recent issues. Has there been any injuries or threats? You seem quite well armed for what seems like mostly structural damages." She asked, nodding her head once at the Synth's weapon. She knew that no one had been hurt, but maybe the security would tell her a different story.