In a quiet, unseen movement, the syringe slips further into her hand to remain hidden, yet prepared. She hasn't startled Soy away. Good. Lure him. Keep him. Her empty hand reaches up as a distraction, touching his mask gently as she stares through her own.

"I was looking for someone. Anyone. Because it does feel strange. It feels odd to be alone. So, I started looking." Soysauce was so close, yet so far away. But she also didn't want to scare him. Something in her mind still cared for Soysauce as a person — and not just as a walking potential for an important genetic feature.

"There's a voice inside... Can you hear it, too?"