The tall drone was quick to fin her small worker drone, following where the smell of oil was the strongest. "Ami?" She calls, voice gentle as usual.
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"Shit-" the sound of glass breaking echoed from Ami's lab, as the small drone scurried under the nearest table. Her long, red, oil stained hair was out of it's normal twin tails, moving like tendrils to help Ami feel her surroundings. She needed to pretend everything was okay, she couldn't let 009 find her like this. "Uh, yeah? What do ya need 09?" Ami calls out, trying her best to keep her voice steady and calm.

















