Sierpinski-23 was silent, as per usual. The constant watchful eye of security cameras and the patrolling Protektor Corps units made sure the facility was constantly safe and secure, not a single Replika or Gestalt being left unaccounted for. With security stations on every floor, it made it no challenge to maintain this constant observation.

Stood within one of these security stations was an STCR, her tall armored frame looking down at the shotgun that had been carefully set down upon the desk, a few extra components sat just nearby. Tools were only a short distance away, awaiting use from their biomechanical master, whose eyes examined the weapon in front of her with a squinted gaze.

Valerie was in the midst of some minor weapon modification and personalization when she heard the familiar sound of the security office's mechanical door sliding open, a soft huff leaving her as she turned her head to regard the new arrival.