[b]Orange![/b]

"I always thought, 'be gay, do crimes' as a catchphrase demonstrated a certain lack of ambition," she said, acknowledging the information and passing it up the line. "At least, compared to 'do gay crimes'."

[b]Strawberry![/b]

Before the operation, Pink had prepared as much as any of the rest of them. This was evident when she finally stood up and revealed the full extent of her artistry.

Androids looked human. Of course they did - humans liked looking at human faces. It made them treat the androids as human, even if unconsciously. And that in turn meant when a little makeup had given Pink subtly dark circles under her eyes, tousled and unkempt hair, and an exhausted slouch then it communicated certain information. Too subtle for a beefcake skinhead soldier to consciously question as being traits on an artificial life form, but real enough to subconsciously communicate that this was an exhausted civil servant at the end of her rope.

"Yes, officer?" she said weakly. The ideal was to look too fragile to yell at, too tired to be a threat, too over-worked to be involved. Possibly involved in a fuckup but for understandable reasons. "What do you need?"

White wasn't associated with her at all, in word or in deed. But the longer she followed Mycroft the more network she'd get, so she keeps quiet and lets Pink handle this one.

[b]Flood![/b]

Current location was in the farmland below Erebus; close enough to respond if needed and able to use the distraction of the SES to escape under cover. A swift but unhurried packup of support gear suddenly got a lot more hurried when the alert came in. 

Three hundred seconds meant that there was no time to waste being sneaky. It was time to just straight up book it. Cross country sprint, running down every battery, aiming to get well out of the search zone before it started widening its sphere. Rejoin the mass movement and cycle out before reinforcements. [i]Go, go, go[/i].

[Athletics 0/4: 4+4, [b]8[/b]]

[b]Waffle![/b]

This needs to go to Dad. Goat needs dedicated software work and specialized hardware to start decompressing what must be a tonne of brain shit. She's going to drive casual for a while to be sure that she isn't being tailed while doing a full e-hygiene check, and then ditch the vehicle back at the emergency depo she borrowed it from. After that it's out on foot and down the block to a Headpattr cleaning job. Empty house, no security system, being kept clean for some absentee oligarch's investment portfolio - an ideal place to make a handoff and use as a temporary base of operations.