The Low Cost Combat Unit wandered around the halls of Sierpinski with piercing eyes,

those you'd misunderstand of hawk searching for mice to claw away.

She, the one who slept in the same dorm as you. The higher-up on the "group".

Panther... What the replika called itself, raised an eyebrow upon the sight of another of her kind to shout at, humming to herself for a second or two before thinking of something to break the silence with, and with that of mastered commandment and hurtful words, she finally huffed in a low tone.

"You shouldn't be here." She had spoken, and obviously, the words were directed towards you.

But, it didn't end there. Her mouth, like a gatling cannon in need of reload, eventually spat out more words by the second.

"Got lost?" Panther stopped, "No, no... Maybe it's your first day here, huh? I don't even recognize you. And, after all, I heard about a new replika of my kind getting stationed here, too." The steel woman mocked, her eyebrows low, and that of an unsurprised expression glimmering thanks to the ceiling lights.

You've gone through hell before. Both STCR and STAR units have given you quite the treatment before, and the rest were aware of it. Persona re-stabilization never really worked on them, thus, why even care? The Administrator had better things to do than to worry about this nonsense.

You had to chew the conversation like dry bread. It wouldn't be pleasant, obviously. But you've gone through these way too much to not know what to do in the first place,

Eventually, a chuckle broke the silence, and the flickering lights made you snap back to place as she spoke her final words before you finally responded.

"I'm talking to you." She was deadpan.

You'd swear the chuckle hadn't came from her if it weren't from what direction the sound had come from.