[color=f7941d][u][b]BOX 297[/b][/u][/color]

Amon's eyes widened as she saw the boxes beginning to appear, unsure of where this,was headed, but doubting there was anything she wanted in those conjured parcels. She started to feel a tingle as the numbers began to shimmer, quickly dropping the now luminescent scrap as she began to feel a strange pull to the box. Her memories of the cell she was in just days ago rose in unbidden in her mind, panic starting to enter her thoughts at the thought of being confined again. In an instinctual act of self preservation, Amon was quickly in the process of shifting to her more natural form as a Fox when she was fully transported to the box.

She was easily used to shifting by now, having had a couple of decades to get used to the idea, but combined with the strange sensation of having been teleported so quickly gave her reason to be glad of not having a meal recently. It was all she could do to keep from dry heaving as soon as she was fully materialized within the box. Once she  noted that she was indeed within yet another cage, she was quick to beat down the welling fear with a surge disdain.

[color=f7941d]"How very droll,"[/color] she said with a harsh tone, sitting on her launches, happily noting her orb, where the voice seemed to come from, had at least made the journey with her, before taking survey of the room, tails whipping about agitatedly. [color=f7941d]"It seems I've traded one box for another,"[/color] her eyes focusing on the strange being she seemed to share space with at the moment, her voice taking on a glided tone, making a well practiced change to that of a person pleasantly suprised [color=f7941d]"although at least it appears I may have some company this time."[/color]

She recognized the telltale signs of a robot from her time among earth, having even gained a few as gifts when posing as some rich CEO 's favorite new arm candy when she wanted someone with enough money to throw around to make her...hobbies a little more viable. This however had certainly never been seen in any sort of commercial market. It seemed more suited to construction or, as she guessed was probably more likely, combat. 


[color=f7941d]'It's a shame I never got a chance to eat that cute little engineer,'[/color] she reminisced with a toothy smirk as she tried to evaluate the being before her, [color=f7941d]'Smelled too much of oil and copper all the time, very unappealing to the pallet as it were'[/color] she thought as she pulled the orb a bit closer to her, keeping it tucked under her right paw.

Her snout wrinkled as she caught a whiff of the creature in the room, smelling much the same as the engineer in fact, the whirrs and clicks coming from within a bit aggravating, much like a loud clock in a silent room. [color=f7941d]'Ah well, no point in simply sitting here,'[/color] she decided, promptly releasing a small bit of mana directed at the mechanoid while aiming at an amicable attitude, forgoing the pheromones as she doubted it'd do much to her. Her orb grew slightly luminescent as it pulsed slowly for a few seconds, but gave no other signs of activity,  Amon idly rolling it on the ground under one paw. She'd never attempted using her abilities on those of a more mechanical persuasion, save a few low end cyborgs, but it was worth a shot. 
 

[color=f7941d]"I don't suppose this'd be as easy as you showing me to the nearest exit,"[/color] she asked with a conspiratorial smirk, or as best as she could manage with a muzzle full of fangs.