Nana poked her head out of the robotics supply store, her eyes chasing a few policemen as they rushed down the corridor.  She had been totally engrossed in the new cybernetic arm assortment, and it seemed the staff must have mistaken  her for one of the machines when they left.  Of course, that was not very surprising.  Clad in her relatively subdued black cotton onepiece and studying everything quite mechanically, she quite resembled them...<br/><br/>She stepped out into the hallway, peering both ways along the corridor with her dark eyes.  She just managed to catch sight of the cops turning up the now-stopped escalator.  She wasn't part of the police outfit and the UN still couldn't seem to decide just where to send her next.  Which meant her life at the moment was uneventful.  Which is to say a bit boring, from her point of view - so all this seemed most curious.  She took up a leisurely sprint in her suede boots and followed after them toward the theaters, making sure to bang her thigh into the hard rail of the escalator a couple times on the way.<br/><br/>Idly she wondered what was going on or who might be up there.  But if they could cause this much racket, they should be able to provide some distraction from the usual acquisition of spare parts.