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[The quiet whir of mechanisms and an almost Doppler effect on whatever noises escalate around her--mostly imp cries--and the hushed sound of something passing through the air]

Is this what you meant, Prometheus? Such simple beasts... Organic. Organic bodies tear... so much better than mechanical. More fluidly... But these dissipate, how strange... They have no sense of tactics... That is my only lament on these creatures. The ability to strategize, given their number... That would make it more interesting.

[Electric crackling, moving away]

...Hmm~ They cannot reach very high, either. They seem more your lot, Prometheus.

[Quiet click of heels, shuffling, and then a gentle hum of machinery that's almost too quiet to be heard, but no further footsteps]

...Present location: unknown. I do not recognize it...

Faint recollection of being moved, but... I do not understand. This is... most certainly not where I was... or any place with which I am familiar...

This place... within a cage. How ironic.

[quiet sigh]

...I wonder if, because I am here, my brother is...?  I... do hope so.

In the meantime, exploration of the present surroundings is required.