[center][h2]Reliability - Part 2[/h2]
[sub]With [@Peaceless] and [@Fuzzybootz][/sub][/center]

Though Clara may have let people think she was a cheery airhead, she was actually quite clever. Maybe not as smart as some but at least smart enough to know that security was here for a reason. She was hardly about to send them away. Especially after that meltdown comment. “You and I can step into a private room but your guards will wait outside the door.”

Before Chizuru had a chance to object, Clara had already turned her back and was moving away, motioning with her hand over her shoulder for the others to follow. She was doing her best to channel Amara right now. She appeared calm on the outside but on the inside, she was stressed and more than a little worried. Just like everyone else right now. The cyborg glanced at her escorts, as if looking for council in their featureless faces. “Well, she’s the boss.” she eventually shrugged, then followed. The droids fell into step, and the security guards dispersed after making sure there wasn’t any other trouble.

The medic led Chizuru and security through the extensive medbay, checking several rooms along the way, only to find them occupied. She eventually found a small room that wasn't currently being used and stepped inside, holding the door open for Chizuru. “Frankly I’m surprised there’s a free room.” she said, looking behind her to see if the droids follow before taking a seat in the room. They stopped outside of the room, like two bodyguards of a VIP patient, only facing towards the room and not away from it.

But once the door closed behind Clara, the cyborg sprung to her feet. “Listen - This may seem like a burden to you, but this evaluation is of the [i]utmost importance[/i] to the security and safety of the Vitae,” she exclaimed, her already noticeable NC accent becoming even heavier. “And seeing as most of the participants in the Planetfall are here, time is of the essence. Now - do you have any experience in pathology or engineering?”

Clara recoiled slightly when Chizuru approached. She would likely have moved a lot further if it weren't for the fact that her back was now pressed against the door. Always eager to take people at face value though, Clara quickly relaxed as Chizuru spoke. the cyborg's words seeming genuine. Amara had lectured her before about this approach to people but Clara thought it better to give people the benefit of the doubt....At least until they gave her a reason not to.

“You'd be surprised.” she offered by way of a reply to Chizuru's question after scrunching her face up in thought. She smiled again and patted Chizuru on the shoulders as she tried to squeeze past, her smile faltering slightly as her hands touched the cold metal of the cyborgs arms. “But...just to be on the safe side...maybe I should get some help here.” she said with her back to the other woman as she pulled a small device from her belt and started pressing the screen. Chizuru's claim that her medical was of the utmost importance to the safety of everyone aboard the ark had only increased Clara's belief that she was woefully under skilled for such a task, so she planned to call in backup. She had seem Mackenzie Newton around the medbay only moments ago and who better to help with a cyborg than the head of the robotics department? Clara quickly tapped out a message to Kenzie, quickly but briefly explaining the situation, and hit send. Just to be on the safe side, she also sent a message to Amara. None of the doctors were free but Amara was just as good as a doctor so maybe she could help. She waited for a brief moment until she received a response to both

“Right...” she began as she turned back around to Chizuru. “Don't worry, we'll get you fully checked out. I'm sure you'll be fine...Oh!” she blurted out, visibly jumping at her own sudden realization. “I'm Clara by the way.” She thrust her hand out towards Chizuru and offered her a genuinely friendly smile, as though the person standing in front of her [i]wasn't[/i] a heavily modified cyborg death machine. It/she looked at her own hand for a moment, an assortment of claws made for ripping through heavy armor, and sighed.

“Yeah, I guess this is impolite, isn’t it?” Chizuru took a few steps back, then stopped. With a low hiss, various small bits of her armor began to twist, until eventually the larger armor plates moved out of the way. Out of the large and intimidating exosuit came a young woman, far eastern in appearance. She was toned but thin, and it took Clara a moment to realize the bluish plastic, matte metal and gray sickly-looking skin was not another suit. Her body was patched with a variety of materials, some quite obviously replacing internal organs and muscles, and others including deeply-embedded hardware ports probably designed to interface between body and suit.

Clara tried her best not to look surprised but failed miserably and her eyes widened as Chizuru stepped from her exoskeleton. She looked less robotic now but still not quite human. Still, it would make Clara’s job a lot easier.

“Yama-uchi Chizuru.” The slightly metallic modulation was still present in the woman’s voice, as well as her red and black eyes. She shook Clara’s hand with one covered by intricate copper figures and cold to the touch. “You are nice. I will make an extra effort to save you.”

Clara raised an eyebrow at Chizuru’s statement, simultaneously confused and flattered. “Um...Thanks?” she replied, half posing it as a question.