Edith smiled slightly and patted Renat on the shoulder briefly. "[color=khaki]Well I don't have anything big planned. I'd rather lay low, restart my life.[/color]" Taking point she watched for anyone coming while the others talked. Apparently Ryan was freaking out. She couldn't really blame him. Of them all he had a physical abnormality that couldn't be hidden as easily. At least with her own white hair she just looks like a delinquent searching for individuality or some such crap. "[color=khaki]It doesn't matter if we are ever normal again. We've already been tagged and they'll do whatever it takes to either study us or sweep us under the rug. Our best bet...[/color]" Edith caught herself. What was with her? On one hand she wanted to just live a normal life, and yet right now she was falling right into a leadership position like it was another day.

Something was markedly different from the AAIM days though. Edith really wanted those brain scans. But maybe Chris could clear her from memory alone. Here was not the time though. These tunnels would be crawling with troops soon. "[color=khaki]We can talk about what to do later. We're not that far from my place. We'll be safe there and THEN we can discuss what to do.[/color]" She slapped the wall to draw their attention and close out the matter. The old woman was not going to have them running around in circles. 

"[color=khaki]Help Cassie walk now that she's up. Someone will be along before you know it and we do not want to be here for the welcome party.[/color]" Not doubting Ryan would be irritated that she was moving them again so soon. But they really didn't have time for this. Grumbling aside once everyone was on their feet she continued leading on. The access tunnel ended and they had to go topside briefly to cross over into some older tunnels. In the Industrial District they were not as well maintained beyond the needed infrastructure. Their path from here was more winding with several lefts and rights. Edith clearly knew this part of the dome much better. Eventually she stopped in front of an unassuming steel panel. Grabbing its side she pulled to move it but it didn't budge. Her young body, while healthy and trim, didn't have the mass or strength her 40 something self did last time she was there. Sighing with a little defeat she stepped back for someone stronger to do the job. "[color=khaki]This is the place but I don't have the strength to move it. It's probably extra stiff from sitting for almost 50 years.[/color]"