<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qW4djKr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alice-4<br/><strong>Status:</strong>All Systems Nominal<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Alice-4 stands in the office taking stock of the situation. It was her first mission. She was very excited to have a chance to use the blending of technology and magic she had been cultivating for being able to help other people. It is clear that there would be a situation to do exactly this at the moment. She takes careful notes in her head to try to piece together what the situation is. A drug called Bliss that has dangerous prolonged impact. It can be spread as a mist. Outside of Absalom Station is the source and it is outside of normal jurisdiction. The situation seemed to be up to them in order to shut it down. Her processing spins up as she tries to process all the information into her neural networks and decide on a few standard conclusions. She speaks her mind openly, of course - social niceties is not her strong suit.<br/><br/><strong>"Am I correct in assessing that the primary objective is finding production facilities for Bliss and halting said production, Mr. Johnson?"</strong>Alice stands primly at attention, her hands folded neatly in front of her short black skirt as she stares at him a little too directly in the eyes, now that the projection of the space station has been removed from her attention. She hardly halts to wait for an answer before continuing in a short tirade of questions.<strong>"Does the primary objective include neutralization of vectors by which production can be resumed in the future? Is there any contacts we should reach out to at Squatter's Haven? Do you have an intended means of entry to avoid being singled out? Is Bliss effective across species?"</strong>She finally comes to a pause with a soft smile on her face, eagerly waiting to input the new information to hone in on.