[hr][hr][center][img]https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/I6mf9Ct4crxUqfPuGcRdA3g-s-RA--eXx7HnRAi9MIA/https/i.imgur.com/ZF1PQyX.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=darkgray]Location:[/color][/b] Galley -> Room 3
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[color=darkgray]"Yep,"[/color] Cal replied when Kyle asked if she'd passed the blood test, giving him a thumbs up as she answered, both as a show of confirmation, and to present him with the bright red smudge of blood that decorated it. Once the knife was in his hands, she joined him in his investigation, first taking the postcard between her fingers, and flipping it around to read it. Her brow wrinkled curiously, her lips jutting out in thought. [color=darkgray]"Huh. Weird,"[/color] she casually stated, before giving it back to Kyle. It didn't take long for Cal's side of the investigation to lead her to the nightstand, inside of which sat an odd leather collar.

[color=darkgray]"Shit, that's kinky!"[/color] she exclaimed, lifting the neck piece in front of her face. She inspected it for any strange mechanisms or hints that might've suggested it was some piece of advanced technology like its previous owner, but she found none. It seemed just seemed like the kind of collar you'd get for a dog, but big enough for a person. After she was certain there wasn't anything dangerous about it, she put it around her neck, fastening it in place. She followed Kyle out, briefly popping into the bathroom to take a look at her new fashion item. It didn't exactly feel like her style, but it wasn't far off. It was honestly just nice to have a piece of clothing that wasn't scrubs. 

Cal entered the Galley a few steps behind Kyle, taking up position beside him once he'd stopped walking. As he spoke, she silently raised her thumb, to prove her humanity to the rest of the group. [color=darkgray]"I mean, we're pretty sure,"[/color] she answered when Sophia asked her question, before gesturing to the collar on her neck. [color=darkgray]"This lovely little piece of fetishwear was what was in her nightstand. Kyle found the postcard in some secret compartment in the dresser, so I don't suspect it belonged to her. Plus I can't think of anyone who'd send hugs and kisses to a robot."[/color] As if willed by a humorous deity, it was at that moment that she noticed Zarina trying to catch the space Roomba as if it were rabbit she wanted desperately to pet. Cal gave a small nod, an amused smile on her lips.[color=darkgray]"Well, maybe one person, but I don't think she had anything to do with it."[/color]

When the subject of searching the rooms in pairs was brought up, Cal was surprised by her instinct to go with the kid. There was a strange instinct to protect her that Cal didn't completely understand. From the short time they'd known one another, it wasn't as if they'd gotten along swimmingly. Was she a mother? Was that where her urge to protect the kid came from? She didn't feel like a mom. Cal quickly drowned out the instinct with logic. One of the stronger, more put together people would probably be better match to look after the manic disaster child, and Cal didn't even want that responsibility anyway. Besides, the kid seemed preoccupied. So she turned to Kyle. [color=darkgray]"We already did a beaut of a job pillaging one room. Why mess with success?"[/color] She asked, extending her fist to him for a bump of acceptance.