Stacia ambles into Collections on her own, casually glancing around as though she's not looking for anything in particular. Not her people (all there), not the security system (also there), not the staff (being engaged in conversation by one of her people, she appreciates the initiative), and certainly not a particular artifact. Nope, just a New Hire who happens to be innocently engaged in checking out a space on the Rig during her free time.
(Maybe they should have surveilled the place first to make sure that their arrivals, as separate as they appeared, weren't a noticeable uptick in visits, but there's not a lot of way to watch places on the Rig without being suspicious. She'll consult with Remy afterward, maybe he'll have some suggestions.)
Stacia makes a mental note to come back here to actually browse, not just fake browse and pilfer from. The view is exciting, and there are a lot of things here that seem worth poking at. But she's on a mission and surely K is only going to be distracted for so long, so she keeps her dallying to a minimum. The music box looks exactly how she knew it would, and she knows that the key in her pocket goes to the drawer and not the top part.
She really wants to know what's in the top part, but: another day.
Glancing idly over at K to confirm that he's still distracted, Stacia retrieves her key and slides it into the lock. The drawer slides open no problem, and there's another key inside. Weird, but okay. Stacia takes that one too, and -- great, it's also psychic, Stacia loves psychic objects. She drops the head-shaped key into her pocket and slides the drawer closed again. Unfortunately, the original key she'd found in her room dissolves like smoke before she can retrieve it. Ominous much?
She doesn't stick around too long. Places to be (not here), people to see (the people in this room who are not K). She ambles out (ha! no alarms) and off toward the lounge where she and the others agreed to meet up after.
no subject
(Maybe they should have surveilled the place first to make sure that their arrivals, as separate as they appeared, weren't a noticeable uptick in visits, but there's not a lot of way to watch places on the Rig without being suspicious. She'll consult with Remy afterward, maybe he'll have some suggestions.)
Stacia makes a mental note to come back here to actually browse, not just fake browse and pilfer from. The view is exciting, and there are a lot of things here that seem worth poking at. But she's on a mission and surely K is only going to be distracted for so long, so she keeps her dallying to a minimum. The music box looks exactly how she knew it would, and she knows that the key in her pocket goes to the drawer and not the top part.
She really wants to know what's in the top part, but: another day.
Glancing idly over at K to confirm that he's still distracted, Stacia retrieves her key and slides it into the lock. The drawer slides open no problem, and there's another key inside. Weird, but okay. Stacia takes that one too, and -- great, it's also psychic, Stacia loves psychic objects. She drops the head-shaped key into her pocket and slides the drawer closed again. Unfortunately, the original key she'd found in her room dissolves like smoke before she can retrieve it. Ominous much?
She doesn't stick around too long. Places to be (not here), people to see (the people in this room who are not K). She ambles out (ha! no alarms) and off toward the lounge where she and the others agreed to meet up after.