"Make sure you don't kill when killing is unnecessary. Life has value, too. Also, I made a very good, expensive meal for you on the table in the kitchen. I think you'll like it, since it's probably still warm." came Seirenās handlerās clipped response, a slight smile tossed her way. The cyborg watched as Walter quickly jerked his attention back to the glowing screen, his eyes suddenly going alight with excitement. Crossing her arms across her chest, the length of the wet hair halfway dried, Seirenās cerulean gaze flickered briefly over to the countertop. There, just has her handler promised, was a saran-covered meal with a fluorescent sticky note taped to the top. Looking over at Watlerās intent gaze then back at the awaiting bowl of soup, Seiren turned away from him. With a soft ātmpā from her bare feet, the cyborg passed under the threshold to the kitchen. Grabbing the bowl of soup from the granite kitchen, Seiren opened the refrigerator door and placed the warm bowl on the top shelf. Paused, those icy blue eyes watched as droplets of condensation began to form atop the taut wrapping before her handlerās typing yanked her back to reality. Closing the fridge, the female gave a small sigh as her stare flickered to the window. Yet another odd quality about Seiren compared to the other cyborgs; she rarely ate. Excessive amounts of food was something her body just couldnāt process.. in fact, she could only eat once every 9 hours.
"Get ready to leave soon, Seiren, and make sure all of your weapons are loaded," came the sharp order from Walter. In response, the cyborg merely walked out of the room without saying a word, her mind intent on gathering up her supplies. Heading back to her room, Seiren couldnāt help but wonder who the target was this time.. whose life was going to be ruined.