"Well, well..." Athena cooed quietly as she put the door back EXACTLY as she set it, as if she didn't know she'd set off a trigger of some sort. "...aren't you just in some kind of pickle there sweetheart? Bless yer heart, seems that there drone is stuck in a loop requiring waist emptied manually, and ain't nobody here that can do it but me..."<br/><br/>Athena moved silently, her feet gliding as if checking subtly for old-school wire traps, voice projected no further than the person on the table, paying attention yet still... she stopped at the head of the person on the table, 'looking' down at the injured person mid-surgery...<br/><br/>"Now then, do you happen to know where ah can find a couple of very dangerous ladies that apparently 'work' around here? Ah'm told they're quite the professional divers; job wet enough you could drown in it," she continues from right next to the person's head, with her hands clasped together against her stomach, a more 'passive' stance. "If you happen to be able to tell me where ah can find them two, give me two moans, if no, give me one, okay sugar? Depending on the answer, ah might just let that there drone finish up the job it started on you..."