The light patter of be-thrustered heels is muffled as Fusillade makes an attempt to be respectfully quiet. The dark grey and white flyer hums to herself as she slinks over to a directory, and jabs a finger at the listing, scrolling down until she appears to find what it is she is looking for. Pausing on occasion to let techs rush with any equipment or project they're working on, she seems content to wend her way through the aisles and equipment-strewn counters. Those vivid orange-yellow optics visually scour the area, certainly searching for someone or something. Image:FulcForge.jpg --End--