As they all discussed the topic of cyborgs, an aspect of science fiction River might've scoffed at had she not been psychic, the girl found her focus being drawn elsewhere. As Kyouya shined his flashlight into the corners of the facility, sweeping it along the walls and the floors, she stepped away from the group. Her steps did not stray more than a few feet from the rest of them, and she fiddled with a pen in her left hand almost absent-mindedly. She lacked a flashlight, but she moved through the darkness slowly but surely, every footfall certain of its destination.

It was the way or things. It was the way of her kind.

River's vacant gaze was focused on the counter, or so it would appear if anyone were to look at her. Her head titled to one side curiously, but she said nothing.