There are far too few people in Alpha who have the kinds of talents Elliott has. His new heading is good-- any flags that had been in the process of popping up on his trail will pass right over him, now.

"Call me Root."

Her voice is quiet, on the higher register of alto in the near-whisper. Root stands, leaning against the cold metal of the wall in a RED's uniform, hip jutting out with confidence but lacking her usual sing-song tone. There's a small bit drill in one hand and a janky looking almost-PDC in the other. Maybe it's stupid to be this bold, but lately she feels like she's running out of time to complete her fool's errand.

"The cameras in this block will be down for another minute."