[action omg]
[meanwhile, one of yesterday's new arrivals has finally managed to give her robotic taskmasters the slip during gardening duties in one of the parks. Serendipitously enough, her chosen route of exploration and investigation of the prison has taken her first into one of the nicer residential areas.]
[if Harold looks up at the approaching footsteps, she'll see a middle-aged woman in a set of very fancy-looking white robes covered in dirty smudges and grass stains. The complicated apparatus of lenses and wires instead of eyes and three mechanical tentacles (one still holding a gardening trowel in the claw on its end) sprouting from the back of her robes might give her a fearsome appearance, but as soon as she's close enough to see what Harold is up to, a wide grin lights up what's left of her face]