The Isabel foundation. A mighty empire of cybernetics and progress, along with being a home for many wayward souls, who found themselves in a world they could not understand.

One of these souls, now placed into a small facility with her mentors eagerly is enjoying a recreation yard. Humming as she holds a golf club aiming at her target. A small ball with the Foundation's logo.

"Fore!" With a hard wack she sent the ball flying just barely missing the flag as she lets out a eager squeal.

"Alma is getting much better! Yes-yes!" A toothy fanged grin shined as she put the golf club over her shoulder as the sun beamed down to warm her scales as a content sigh leaves her.