Enchanted Forests. A place called Storybrooke. Satya felt her patience running thinner than silk stockings. This man was hardly any better than the surrounding children and their annoying pets. He was likely some kind of out-of-work actor. Which explained his acceptable fashion sense and level of grooming. Still, a disappointing prospect to consider all the same.
At least he hadn't reached to shake her hand. For that, he won a proverbial brownie point. Satya hated worrying if the applied pressure was too much or too little. One never knew where the fingers of a stranger might have been, anyhow. It was an antiquated gesture that everyone should agree to do away with.
"Satya Vaswani, lead architect for the Vishkar Corporation. When my employers discover this place," she meant it when she said when. Not if."They will be most interested in whatever cloaking technology has hidden it away from the rest of the world." Satya neglected to confirm her status as a new arrival. If Jefferson was anything like herself, he didn't have much use for such answers.
Lodged in her cybernetic palm was a circular projector. From it, she conjured a basic sentry turret. Satya had little need of its usual functionality. With some minor alterations, however, they could be converted into surveillance cameras. By deploying enough of them, she would gather information much faster than on foot. Her tinkering was then interrupted by a gawking kid who rushed over to ask, "Is that a new sub-evolution of Magnemite? Where did you catch it? You mind if I scan it with my Pokedex?"
Ill at ease with all the attention they were gathering, Satya tried in vain to shoo them. "What nonsense is this? Have you no manners? Away with you! The gentleman and I are not amiable to extra guests."