She had managed a break in, strangely the alarms did not go off when the metal door opened. Her initial reaction was how weird this place seemed, how odd it looked compared to the outside world, maybe a bit bland too? With careful steps the woman kept going inside, door closing behind her as she made her way into the main room. Aithley wandered around, taking in everything and finding it to be a tad, unsettling.
At the sudden sound of what sounded like skittering, or at least pitter patters she stayed still and alert as she could be, swearing whenever she glanced there was something in the corner of her eye. Was she just skittish from avoiding the police all this time?
It had grown increasingly frightened, limbs shaking ever so slightly as it ducked its head into as many rooms as it could - though all it saw was emptiness and darkness. Yet, it swore for the briefest moment it heard something else and it paused. Words, the voice unfamiliar but it was someone else and it wasn’t alone oh thank the gods it wasn’t alone! It raced to try and find the source, returning to its bipedal stance in case it was just a part of the staff that it hadn’t met before (as Joey sometimes kept it under wraps and out of sight).
However, any timid joy it may’ve felt before was dashed the instance it saw the owner of the voice - a complete stranger and they were trespassing. It had no idea if they were dangerous or not but it knew that the studio’s work was important (and if no one else was there to protect it, the job fell on them instead). Curious, it stepped out where they could see it, ink dripping on occasion but its form mostly held together - mildly surprising considering its earlier emotional turmoil - and chirred quietly in an attempt to show that it wasn’t a threat.
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