A familiar head of red hair could be seen through the doorway to the RED team's Control Room, the owner of said hair having her feet propped on the dashboard while she nonchalantly smoking a cigarette. She adorned a simple outfit which consisted of a red shirt, jeans, and her worn sneakers. It had been some time since she and the Scout had seen one another, much less spoken, so she hoped he would spot her through the open doorway whilst walking the corridors.
It wasn’t uncommon for him to wander past that particularroom if only to see who happened to be lingering in there. Usually it was oneof the resident Engineers checking up on the machinery, or even a Soldier whotook it upon himself to patrol in one of the easiest ways; via the cameras.
Nottoo long after his evening run—it was getting too hot to run in the mornings—hewandered down the hall, wiping at his brow as he went. After taking a briefglance inside he intended to continue going since it was someone new in there,only to pause when he realized said new person had recognizable hair. Raising abrow he took a few steps back to look into the room. “Eh? What are you doin’heah?”
