Jason was in the hall, and out of his Dragon uniform he was unrecognizable to anyone who'd seen him in it. Today he wore the same uniform the rest of security did, carried a plain lanyard with his name on it, and moved with the confidence that he belonged there. As far as wider security was aware, he was nothing more than a guard hired by a private organization. Today, he looked the bland part.
What he was going to do today wasn't...exactly sanctioned by the Dragon, but it had been easy to justify under his current orders. It did tug at him, nag at him. Extending kindness for no gain was not a part of the Dragon's philosophy, but this girl could bring serious trouble down on their heads if she went screaming to the authorities about tortures in Area 52. And, anyway, there was nothing about her that his superiors would be interested in, so she wasn't really their concern. If there was anything to be mad about, it was that he was taking time away from the lab to help her.
He spotted Melody almost right away. Her fear radiated down the hall, stronger than that felt by the guards or the other subjects, and he stepped out in front of her before she could go any further.
"Hello, miss," he said. He was the guard, she was the subject. Play along. "Are your friends with you today?"