[color=silver][right][sub][color=bca346]AD-4.M[/color][/sub]
[color=white][sup]PDC HQ · Holding Sublevel B2[/sup][/color][/right]

[color=bca346]"I can tell you're getting exhausted."[/color]

The AIDA remained where he was, arms across the table and feet flat against the floor. He hadn't budged since he had been told to sit and besides occasional eye twitches and near even breathing, no movement had been recorded. For the most part, he'd kept his focus on the one other face in the room having learned rather quickly that there wasn't much else to look at around him. The walls continued to be sterile even as he knew that the one on his right was essentially false; a one way mirror. Possibly two way. No way to visually tell the difference. All he knew for sure was that since his arrival, he was being closely monitored and was under constant watch, of course.

[color=bca346][i]...Nothing new...[/i][/color]

[color=white]"They should be relieving me soon."[/color] David hit another button and the monitor in front of him clipped an image of the AIDAs right eye. The accompanying feed provided data on his primary focus and not surprisingly, it had been David near the entire time. More specifically, the space around his visor... and a specific space if the readings were accurate. David glanced at the AIDA from behind the safety of his station. [color=white]"Were you trying to see my eyes through this?"[/color] He tapped the headpiece.

[color=bca346]"Reading along with you."[/color]

David squinted at the reply. [color=white][i]...What does that mean?...[/i][/color]

[color=tomato]”Alright David, your time is up.”[/color] Before he'd gotten the chance to ask, the door slid open and two faces entered the room. David breathed a sigh of relief to see both Kefira and Peter. [color=tomato]”Yup, time’s up. It’s Peter’s turn in the box”[/color]

[color=white]"About time..."[/color] David reached under one of the monitors and pulled apart his connection to the machine, packing the excess tubing under his arm while it was slowly retracted into the pack on his back. [color=white]"...Get me out of this room with this...thing."[/color] He added, under his breath. Without waiting for further acknowledgement, he nodded both of them a 'farewell' and left.

The AIDA remained unchanged.

Peter took his place behind the workstation and, like David was before, plugged himself in. His visor flashed momentarily while streams of data were compiled and exchanged between what he'd gathered and what David had. Their collective work was then distributed to the three separate monitors in front of him. Ready to begin, he turned to Kefira to signal a start, only to realize she wasn't waiting on him.

[color=tomato]”You’ve been waiting a while for me, huh Adam?"[/color] Peter smirked at the woman's fearlessness and ability to get right to it. It was no wonder Lorelei chose her. [color=tomato]"I can call you Adam, right? I feel like that was what your makers were going for. I mean, I’m cool with being called Kay-three-eff-slash-two-dot-four if you don't want to feel left out.”[/color]

Adam smiled. [color=bca346]"Only two years..."[/color] He began, looking the woman over. It was a point made that her golden hair would be one of her more prominent features and sure enough, the off-yellow mane was the first to pull at his attention. With her every step, her hair matched the movement of her body and would dance around her head, accentuating the way she carried herself. Her eyes had remained focused on everything but him when she first arrived and only now after addressing him had she allowed him time to study. They were near the same hue as that of her hair and seemed to glisten under the fluorescent white of the room, the matching colors only helping to highlight how well put together she seemed. Sharp features and sharper chin slimmed to a fit physique and though still on the smaller side, Adam already knew better than to underestimate the woman standing in front of him. [color=bca346]"You... are everything I was led to expect, officer. And Adam is fine, although I was told that your name was Kefira... or read. Would you rather I called you Kefra?"[/color]

As he finished, he glanced over at Peter who was now positioned behind her. For a brief moment, he read the reflection off the man's eyes through his visor, making a point to track what exactly he was reading and extrapolate how it pertained to him. However, his insight was short lived when only a few seconds after he had begun did Peter catch his gaze. Peter's pupils suddenly went dark and whatever reflection or colors there were to be found in his eyes were pulled into the black.

Peter continued to hold his smirk. [color=white]"We're ready. Ask him whatever you would like so I can establish a baseline as it pertains to you and then we'll move to establishing and editing commands."[/color]. He hit a key and the same camera embedded in the wall behind Peter before began making a series of barely audible 'clicks' once again.[/color]