[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: The Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]Tryke's eyes narrowed a bit, taking in the newcomer. For a moment, she could've sworn it was another T-1, but she quickly realized it was just security backup. Letting out a sigh of relief, she still didn't entirely enjoy Marx being there. Newcomers to the tower always set her on edge, as they would inevitably present change, messing with the systems that had already been long established. Silvia had practically just arrived at the tower and she already destroyed it.

What would this guy do? Would he attempt to top it? 

Tryke forced a grin, seeing spending time with this person as the lesser evil. She didn't want to sit around for Tristan to find her and get even for her comment. And for once in her life, Tryke was sick of fixing things. If another thing had to be repaired, Tryke's own fuse would blow. [color=cc66ff]"Commissary's on level 19,"[/color] Tryke said curtly, punching in the code on the elevator. [color=cc66ff]"Come on."[/color]

She crossed her arms, standing a bit aloof as she waited for Marx to join her. He seemed to be fairly harmless, but don't they always? 

[color=cc66ff]"I'm Tryke, Senior Repair Specialist,"[/color] she offered, as soon as Marx joined her in the elevator, the doors shutting with mechanical grace. Cocking an eyebrow at Marx, she waited for his reply, her grease stained hand extended towards him.