There's a beep on your wrist terminal. You pull it up and see a string of alerts from civilians aboard Babylonia. Your brows furrow with concern as you read the text...only to let out a deep, heavy sigh.

"There's some white-haired gremlin attacking my potato stand! Someone help!" One of the community alerts says. A reply follows, "She's retreated to the Cerberus dorms!"

Time to check on No. 21. Seems like she's up to her shenanigans again.

Usually all you have to do is give her a stern talking-to, and she returns to normal...or at least, as close as someone like 21 can get to "normal".

You head over to the Cerberus wing of Babylonia's squad dorms. Using your Commandant clearance, you open the door, and...

...That's odd. She's not in here. You begin to turn on your heel-

"Bwaaah!" Her "roar" is more like a halfhearted growl; a soft exhalation through gritted teeth. She's hanging upside down from the ceiling, using the magneto-stabilizers in her heels to adhere to the metal surface. She tilts her head and smiles happily, her hair suspended upside down. "Did No. 21 scare Commandant?" She asks, before taking a bite of a raw potato in her hand.