[h1][b][u][color=f9ad81]Margaret Clementine[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

An [color=f9ad81]orange-haired girl[/color] stood still in the middle of a research room, her arms wrapped around what appeared to be a white, spherical device that produced a soothing tune.

She stared at where Prometheus, a familiar figure, had popped in from.

"[color=f9ad81]...[/color]"

Margaret Clementine remained still, staring at Prometheus, her face unchanging. She was noticeably shorter than him and used a tinge of effort to look up at him.

She was silent as ever.