Something - someone - new blips into Milla's telepathy as Venus crawls out of the pocket dimension and back into reality down the hall. It's her first teleporting 'jump' of the day, and as such chilling her atoms back into order takes only a few seconds. She's fresh off five hours of sleep, and as such hasn't come anywhere near to taxing her powers out yet.
Her helmet hangs around her waist via a rigged-up strap; its turned up to make a cheap sort of bowl she can carry things in, like the world's most unflattering fanny pack. She slips into one of the science labs, one that she hasn't marked up on the map she's made, and starts to examine what's going on there. She opens cabinets and desks and dashboards, holds little vials up to the light.
When she pokes her head out of the lab to check for anybody sneaking up on her, she's right in Milla's view.
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Her helmet hangs around her waist via a rigged-up strap; its turned up to make a cheap sort of bowl she can carry things in, like the world's most unflattering fanny pack. She slips into one of the science labs, one that she hasn't marked up on the map she's made, and starts to examine what's going on there. She opens cabinets and desks and dashboards, holds little vials up to the light.
When she pokes her head out of the lab to check for anybody sneaking up on her, she's right in Milla's view.