The 212th knew they had a squatter of the lascivious kind. All were watchful, jumping at the slightest noise, peering over their shoulders, suspicious and curious. The vode were also… definitely too invested in their mystery guest once they understood the memo wasn't a prank. Cody caught a few of the boys loitering in the storage bay, "Heeere tookatookatooka! Pspsps!" and promptly assigned them to latrine duty. Despite universally heightened awareness of already sharp, suspicious clones, there was no sign of the Fae.