Nemo watched Torch like a hawk. She had a blunt manner, but he saw a bitterness, an anger in her, that he recognized... that made him cautious. He had little doubt that she was the most dangerous, between her, Chameleon, and Eagle. And he thought her far more cunning than she let on... not just diplomatic enough to handle him, or strategic enough to handle leading a ragtag group... but something deeper, and possibly deadlier. Even watching her strip, arousing as it was, he found himself on edge in her presence... more so than he was around Eagle.
"She's eccentric. Her higher cognitive abilities are limited, and she has a quirky, subdued personality, which fades away under duress. She is a capable sniper. And... she is something I never saw in life, a machine with very strong emotional responses. She has some hodgepodge programming in her which allows her sexual excitement, even though I'm fairly certain her frame isn't graded for it. A bit unsettling, actually, that." He shook his head, leaning forward, and clasping his hands together.
"Schematics show most relevantly a roof door to the old canning factory, marked on your HUD info. There are patrol routes, which should still be good. They're up to date, and though my last attack against the collective was comprehensive and broad in scope, I wouldn't be surprised to find it a 'creature' of habit. Tactics often fall to the wayside in favor of a narrow minded 'efficiency' with such entities. But no mistake, they know we're coming, if not when and how. However, now I know where to launch my EMP. There are only two locations to truly maximize its value, taking into account structural densities and proposed population concentrations." He tried not to watch her undress, tried to keep his mind on tactics and the like... but he wasn't doing a very good job of it, he realized.
