Stalk, Stalk, Stalk
Setting: his room, evening
While the party went on out in the courtyard, Jonas was focused on something else. He was watching the cameras. Her. It had taken a while before he picked the right one, but eventually he found her. Blonde, leggy and full of energy. Yes. She was perfect. He'd spent the day watching her move through the facility. The farm in the morning, the garage or workshop or whatever. Watching her influence those around her. Yes. She was perfect.
She would do just fine.
He'd started writing down everything, making notes of what she was doing, what she was wearing, who she talked to. When there wasn't anything interesting going on with her he watched them, cataloguing that as well. Detailed notes about every aspect of her. It was something he found himself slipping into easily enough. Even more so when he realized he could capture screenshots of the cameras on the computer. it wasn't as ideal as a camera would have been, but it got the job done. And now he could go back through them after she went to sleep.