Down on the 7th floor, inside Mark’s office…
Miss Calculated is finally able to enjoy some quality alone time with 23, as shortly after Mark brought them to the front room of his office suite, he grabbed the bag of spring rolls sitting on a table and excused himself.
Though, he did at least make sure she didn’t need anything before he bounced.
Upon noticing the ID readers mounted by each of the doors to the other rooms, Miss Calculated lost what little interest she had in exploring the area.
Thanks to her impatience in getting to know 23 intimately; before the door was even done swinging shut behind Mark, she had already begun stripping some of 23’s external plates off.
23 looks down at Miss Calculated while she is using her phone to shine some light into some of its component parts at the base of its lower rotating arm mount, then it carefully reaches over to set down the box of miscellaneous things she has accrued next to some of his plates leaning against a nearby wall.