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[color=cyan]"Tonight, huh? You really could give a girl some more warning, you know."[/color] Robin frowned. [color=cyan]"Sounds like one hell of a first impression, though. Where is it?"[/color] As she waited for an answer, she thought it over.

The circus. Something she'd heard of, vaguely, in harsh whispers and darkened alleys. One of those rumours that everyone knew - at least, if you were a less than law-abiding citizen. Certainly not a risk of death, but there were still things to think about. Mostly because it was [i]tonight[/i], and the alterations she had in mind were major. Recovery for those wouldn't be finished in time, but it was a perfect situation to test new equipment...

A teleportation matrix, nervous enhancements, improving her cloaking - those things took time, time that she didn't quite have. Especially since most of them would have to run off of some kind of full-body system; a base on which such dramatic upgrades could be built. A process of several days before she could even [i]think[/i] about adding features. Though she supposed it would be possible to merge that with the nervous system - otherwise it would be completely redundant, seeing as she'd end up altering the entire thing anyway.

Yes, that worked. But for tonight, she wanted something to test. New tricks. A simple addition.

She glanced at her arm. Projectiles. Ranged. That had been the issue - she'd had to close distance. But a gun was out of the question. She had no interest in mass murder, and even if she did, bullets would be a waste of storage space. Energy, then. Her eyes lit up. Deflection. A weapon that could be defensive and offensive. More importantly, her arm was already set up to accommodate such a thing, and she'd be recovered for the Circus' beginning.

As soon as Askaryan gave her a location, Automaton would stand with a small grin. [color=cyan]"I'd better get going. Do me a favour and sign me up - I've got a little surprise to go work on."[/color] Turning to run out of the door, she called over her shoulder. [color=cyan]"Just tell 'em I'm the one with all the good looks and talent."[/color] Or, more realistically, the one with robotic limbs, but that one wasn't [i]nearly[/i] as smug. She had a quota to fill, after all.

Without waiting for a response, on the off chance that he'd tell her to go sign herself up - a task that she really didn't have time for - Robin waved and practically shot out of the door. No time to waste. Of course, she really [i]couldn't[/i] hang around once she was outside even if she wanted to. All things considered, her current state of 'visible cybernetics' wasn't exactly inconspicuous.

Hopefully the ongoing gang war would be enough distraction that she wouldn't catch anyone's attention. Not that she could do anything about it if it did; her only option was to run as fast as she possibly could and hope she didn't come across anything too time-consuming.