With the entrance of Adam and it's regenerative possibilities, maybe of the medical and surgical offices in the Medical Pavilion had been shut down. Most had been bought out by Steinman's Aesthetic Ideals and turned into cosmetic surgery offices. However some had simply been left to rot. One such office, a small affair that had once been run by a young MD and his blushing wife, was nestled in a forgotten corner of the Medical Pavilion's upper levels. Thanks to the door being locked and boarded up, there was only two ways to get in: A small vent in the wall that was used by Little Sisters and a maintenance hatch in the ceiling of what had once been the office's reception and waiting room. It was a shutdown, forgotten, former business that no-one should have ever had any reason to visit, and yet to place wasn't as empty as it would seem.

Someone had turned the small waiting room and single consultation office into a nest, of sorts, the floor strewn with little personal knick-knacks that the inhabitant had collected over the months. Some "found" jewelry here, an old fancy hat there, and a large poster depicting a sun setting over a tropical beach was taped crookedly on one of the walls. Strangely there were also signs of children, a few small toys, and childish drawings on the walls and floors. The owner of this nest was home at the moment. Allision was squatting amongst a collection of random items that she'd taken from a trash can in Arcadia, mostly discarded wine bottles.

The dark haired girl, appearing in her mid-to-late teens, was wearing a dark wetsuit, complete with oxygen tank, and on her left arm was a strapped a large needle which fed directly into her arm. Interestingly she also had a small basket strapped to her back, next to the oxygen tank, which she obviously used to transport a person or persons, judging by the childish chalk drawings that had been scrawled on the tank. A heavy diving helmet was sitting on the ground next to her as she sorted through the junk, hoping to find something interesting to add to her collection.

Finding nothing of interest, Allison picked up her helmet and stood up, slipping her head into the brass helmet and locking it into place with a hiss as the inside of the helmet was pressurized. She hadn't seen any of her Little Sisters in the area for a while and, without any aim, tended to wander without purpose. Maybe she would go and check out Fort Frolic. Even if she didn't meet any Little Sisters , she always enjoyed watched the glamorous ladies and the handsome gentlemen from the shadows as they shopped and danced and took in the amusements. In an inhuman gesture of agility, Allison leapt up with almost zero effort and through the open maintenance hatch that she used to enter and exit her little nest. Moments later she dropped down from the ceiling in one of the Medical Pavilion's hubs and began heading for the Atlantic Express Railway. She wasn't going to use the train, of course, people would always stare and run away when she did that and she didn't like the feeling, but there was an airlock by the station that she could use to get outside and swim over to Fort Frolic.