Re: Mini-log, the B&B: Clementine M/Reece E
Reece's eye could penetrate most things. Save maybe lead. So, that box shouldn't have been a problem. Unless there were five hundred other laptops stacked, which he'd have to sort through, there wasn't really much mystery behind corrugated cardboard for someone hooked up to a bionic eye. That said, it could've just been the uneasy atmosphere of the room, but he wasn't looking at that cord, assessing it for likely match to model.
He stood in the doorway, hand still on the knob pushed in front of him, and he looked around, shifting from one velvet slipper to the next. Now--Now Reece wasn't a coward, but he wasn't a complete idiot either, which meant while he didn't run away with trembling hands, he wasn't about to dash into the room that set the hair along his neck on end. It wasn't even that--It wasn't even that anything looked amiss, because it didn't. Uh, no. Everything looked creepily normal. It was just a feeling.
But, of course, he wasn't here for feelings. He was a modern, entirely above-superstitions man with excellent hair, and he was here to do a job.—Deep breath.
The cord lit orange, registering cable beneath rubber, low-voltage mouse-tailing into power brick, and Reece's eye opened in a flawless choreography of biotech and electromechanics. He might just have whispered a "yessss" under his breath as he crossed the pristine space for that box.