[There's a new noise from upstairs, a voice Diego doesn't recall ever hearing before. Confused, lost, a little upset. He's heard that occasionally new...transplants...replace the drones, but he'd grown accustomed to this being the case for other people, never himself. Silly to think that idyllic life could last forever. Still, he supposes he owes the new arrival something of a crash course in Mayfield life, especially if it's young enough to be his daughter, which from the sound of her voice it is. What sort of man would he be if he left a little lost kitten to fend for herself? The smell of coffee grows stronger as he approaches the door to his drone-daughter's room, wary of what he'll find inside. He knocks, sipping his newest brew and leaning one arm up against the doorframe.]
[Someone is coming. There's a very unusual silence there, because she's grown so used to it being so loud. Like she said, she's been blinded, third eye is gone, sixth sense is no longer there. It's making her dizzy. Vertigo. Everything is moving and staying still at the same time
[The look of the girl isn't much of a shock. His drone-daughter had hair like that, though quite a bit shorter. Her eyes, though...something else entirely. He wasn't sure what they were saying, only that they were speaking volumes, betraying a confusion beyond words. Something waiting to break loose, held together by only the briefest of pauses. His voice is gentle when he speaks, like calming a tiger.]
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knock knock.]
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Common courtesy dictates that one must answer it.
She moves towards it, trying to feel past it. Nothing. Is there no one there? Is it a ghost?
She opens it.
Not a ghost. A tall, tall man. Dark skin, coffee cup.
She won't know anything else unless he speaks.]
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Easy, kitten. I'm not gonna hurt you.
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