Who: Riata and Dirge Where: Thunderbolts HQ What: Killing time, jonesing Rating: Probably high
Riata still wasn't sold on this idea, but really, what else did she have going right now? She had walked slowly through the place, mostly destroying the smoke detectors that seemed insistent on reminding her that there was no smoking inside. Bloody Americans. This health craze was killing her. Not that she obeyed such rules. Someone else might think she's being childish, pushing boundaries seeing how far the rules went. She probably was. She liked to know the extent of her leash.
What she needed, was something to do and so was heading down towards the medical center. Might as well see what she had to play with. It was on her way that she started peeking into other rooms, see if there was anyone else around. With a raised brow she stopped and stepped to the side down a hall. There was a cage off of a room. That was new. "Well well. This is interesting."