Somewhat attractive was amazing for someone well into the last stages before terminal starvation. She should look like a bloated belly with sticks for limbs, but she still managed to have enough sex appeal to be noticeable. That said amazing things about her 'normal' appearance, and Terry could hear the 'beautiful people' song playing in the back of his head, mockingly. He sighed in vexation, before finding the control console for the tube. "Don't break her out, the tube should have a decant program to get her out without damaging..."<br/><br/>It wasn't until he brought up the console that something clicked, and he turned and looked at the previous tubes. "Star, Ghost, correct me if I am wrong, but those other tubes... why is the humanoid factor decreasing rather linearly between the models, before suddenly ramping up to almost human here?"<br/><br/>He frowned at the tube, before noting something behind it that made him visibly blanch. "Thats... Holy shit... Wow, yeah, Mime would be killing the entire staff here."<br/><br/>The reason for the sudden derailing of his thought process was a section of the lab that had not been for genetic experimentation, but for armor crafting. "That armor is to what I made and plan to make for Insomnia what my Altus is to my current armor."<br/><br/>It was an exaggeration, but he had a feeling it wasn't by as much as the other two would think. It was sleek, looked almost organic, and clearly had been meant to be form fitting, and possibly even made with 'living' armor, the kind he wished he knew how to make. He shook himself awake, and headed back to the console, having taken several steps toward the armor without realizing it. He took his helmet off as he was getting some sort of interference with the display, hooking it onto the webbing as he began digging through the various files and programs, whistling at several of the files, before shaking his head. "If I had to guess, based on the files, combat psychic. Abilities are fairly high, though her psychic abilities... well, they never actually got a hard max number. She kept blowing out the sensors..."<br/><br/>He froze, before looking around, and then saying, in a curiously devoid of emotion voice. "Oh, wait, that was the SECOND one. In that tube."<br/><br/>He pointed to the opposite side of the current one, where a tube should have been. Instead, it was empty space, no sign of a tube ever being there, though shallow scrapes on the floor hinted that there might have been. "May I suggest we get the hell out of here, after we rescue this one?"