Among the busy halls of the research sector of HQ, Phoebe sat in her small office off to the side of the main lab, fingers deftly typing away at her current task as another hand encircled the rim of an e-tank, absent-mindedly cooling the container and its contents to a much more refreshing temperature.
With her door open, she’d notice a small amount of commotion of guards and personnel shuffling eagerly to their posts, which more often than not signified that top brass was coming and they needed to look busy.
This theory was further backed up by Lifesaver swerving the corner and catching her in very intended eye contact, raising his brows with an expression that unmistakeably conveyed ‘look sharp you’re about to be very busy’.
And so she would, getting to her feet and grabbing her lab coat, flinging it over her shoulders and making a brisk trot over to the other reploid with a clip board handy and an inquisitive look on her own face.
She couldn’t also help but notice the complete silence that had taken over the corridors. It was almost a bit too eerie to ignore now.