Cassie wasn’t sure what exactly was going on here, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good if Serix was gesturing her to be quiet and not speak. She looked at him and carefully followed him into the next room, that confused look staying on her face as he went through some of the drawers until he had found a pen and paper, scribbling down a couple of sentences, that were at first were somewhat hard to read due to his handwriting, but finally she managed to make out what it was saying and looked up at him wide eyed.

His pilot was listening in right now? Meaning if she said even just a few words, or if he spoke to her, his people would be all over them and would likely kill her. She wasn’t sure what they would do to him as well, but it couldn’t be good either, right? Slowly she nodded in understand to what he had written and looked down to see what he would write next.

What his next sentence said brought a slight grin to her face and she had to keep herself from laughing, especially when she saw the slight pink to his cheeks. Looking to him, she nodded and took him by his arm to lead him there, only to pause, feeling something wet on her hand went she did. Blinking in surprise, she took her hand away and looked down at it to see blood smeared on it. She looked at him worriedly before looking to his bleeding arm. When she saw how hurt it was, she gave him a look that was meant to be reprimanding, as if silently getting onto him for getting himself hurt.

She nodded her head for him to follow her and when they back in the lounge room she pulled away the carpet to reveal the passageway, which she hadn’t gotten a chance to close up in her time of hearing him approach earlier. She grinned at him slyly before stepping down into it, leading him down the hallway. Only she didn’t lead him straight to hanger that the robots were in. First, she stopped by a different room where all her supplies were, leading him in. 

Once there, she grabbed a first aid kit from off the shelf and, giving him a stern look, she pointed to him and a chair, telling him silently to sit. Once he was sitting, she went to work, tending to the wound as gently as she could, her hands working swiftly and with very good precision, before she wrapped it up with a white roll of bandages. Soon that was done and she was standing up again, leading him out of that room and down to the end of the hall where the closed and secure metal door stood.

She looked to him once more and grinned even more widely before pressing her hand to the scanner. Once it was scanned, the metal doors slid open soundlessly and they were able to step into the room. Looking to him, there was a childlike joy in her eyes as she searched for his reaction to all the robots that were there, just as she had told him about.