A human failing. Pride leads them away from logic... Though on occasion, that does work in their favor.

-- building, the steady stream of foot traffic answering #John's question.} I'd say it's more likely Luna -- Silas Tolliver Kyle Reese

- was interrupted. Either by a co-worker, or someone more... durable. But since no one's shouting, no alarms -- Silas Tolliver Kyle Reese

-- are sounding, and neither she nor Cyberdyne's Infiltrator guard have made their way through the wall and --Silas Tolliver Kyle Reese

-- on to the lawn, I'd say Luna's fine. Perhaps not in the best mood, but we all have our ups and downs. -- Silas Tolliver Kyle Reese

-- {mildly} Atonement is a difficult process, Mister Tolliver. {Settling back against the van seat, hands -- Silas Tolliver Kyle Reese

-- folded neatly on her lap, she fixed Silas Tolliver with a calm gaze, subtly scanning his vitals} I've heard many --Kyle Reese

-- attempt it. Insincere platitudes and pleas for forgiveness born of fear, and not repentance. {arching a -- Kyle Reese Silas Tolliver

-- brow} You, however are different. Your actions speak louder than words. Silas Tolliver Kyle Reese

// #Timebomb ~ Pause

John? {Hands folded neatly in her lap, she gazed impassively towards the front doors of Cyberdyne, brow arching at the sight of --

-- a long legged man in a stetson, and a shorter man, his senior, hurrying along behind him.} I believe we may have a problem. --

-- {mildly} I'd suggest moving back from the window. {A cursory bioscan confirming that, yes, the two men entering the building were --

-- .Raylan Givens and Art Mullen, she shifted her gaze to John Reese, offering a tight lipped smile.} It would appear that --

-- the law enforcement officials are more through than I would have expected. {Lifting her chin towards the door, she passed the pads --

-- of her fingers over her titian updo, lips pursing in a perfect mimicry of her human doppelganger's pensive pout.} You may wish to call --

-- Mister Reese, John. If their exit point has been blocked, Luna will need to create a distraction. {Gaze flickering to John Reese, --

-- she bowed her head, laying her hands back in her lap.} One with no collateral damage, of course. John Reese Kyle Reese Silas Tolliver

Courtesy is, unfortunately, a dying art. Wouldn't you agree, Silas Tolliver?

Catherine Weaver Luna. John Reese Kyle Reese Sarah Reese Hm? What? *hastily wiping a line of drool from his chin, his head jerked upward, gaze shifting from her entirely inappropriately --