The quick clacking of a replika's feet against the metal flooring of Sierpinski's 8th floor rung out, the sound coming from a rather rapidly moving KLBR.

Kilo huffed as she went, raising a hand to rub her face a little, her eyes focused on the hallway ahead of her. She was thankful the administrative floor was as empty as it was at this time, otherwise her feedback loop would be practically broadcasting her own frustration. The three tiny diamond-shaped points on her head flickered with a red coloration as she went, the KLBR trying her hardest to clear her head.

Growing frustrated over the incompetence of her staff was a usual occurrence, but apparently today was pushing her buttons far worse than usual. Hopefully—

Her thoughts were interrupted when she turned a corner sharply, bumping right into someone and stumbling back just slightly, her footing catching itself quickly. "Wh—"