#botherchell

The Central Core strained her optical lens, browsing through the enrichment center's various security cameras in an attempt to find, and elicit the mysterious source. Mysterious. Her chassis teetered dangerously as she mused over that inferred description of said trespasser. She knew exactly who it was, and it honestly hadn't surprised her. Though the Disk Operating System had to openly admit, she was a little impressed that the lunatic hadn't returned earlier.

Something in the central chamber had clicked, bringing her thoughts back to the dilemma at hand. She had found her- or rather them planning on making some sort of daring escape. At least... she was, and she was trying to bring that moron with her. The Intelligence Dampening Android mock-human Initiative didn't seem to want to leave. Probably the smartest thing he could have opted.

The Central Core was trapped in-between the feelings of rage, and being impressed that the menace had slipped back into the center in such a subtle way- of course... it was a ridiculous thing to have done, and it was the ex-subjects own personal choice. Coming back to try and remove Aperture Science Equipment was against company policy, and She was not going to have that happen. The Disk Operating System wondered what the woman had planned, why she had returned at this point in time, more or less, what she had learned about the well-being of the outside world.

"It's a shame you chose to return here, Subject Number One." she purred over the intercom- albeit with some satisfaction to her voice.

The panels around the two shifted ever-so-slightly; trapping the individuals in a tiny box of walls. They were trapped like rats now. Tiny insignificant rats. She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle of sorts- come on, this was all turning out too good to be true.