While Lucas quietly nurses his wounded ego, Miss Calculated turns her attention to the gobsmacked Lorelei.
"Is 23 the only elite model employed here?" As Miss Calculated interrogates Lorelei, she bears the same crazed expression she had upon learning that Willy possesses a significant degree of intelligence.
"We-well, we have two other elites, but they admittedly aren't as… Attentive... As 23… That's why we would normally send it out first…" While Lorelei falteringly manages a cohesive answer, Miss Calculated crosses her arms and rapidly taps her index fingers against her forearms, directing her gaze downward.