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"Whenever... is the easiest." Easiest was a euphemism for safest, as well. Bia had heard of the murder- and of the following panic with the guard staff, especially. She knew that there would be more on Aubrey's plate right now than the woman could possibly care to handle- so she didn't want to present herself as a difficulty.

"I don't have anything to get in order. ...I'm assuming... I'll be... relocated?"

Bia was stunned. It was the first time since she'd arrived that someone had asked her what she wanted. In the past year, she had been, more often than not, summarily dismissed and/or assigned. Having a voice again... was a strange concept, and if it weren't for such a drastic decision, Bia would have likely found herself pleased.

"I don't want to know what I'll be. Not at first, anyway. I'll call the labs to ask after..." she couldn't bring herself to say the first change. But she nodded. Aubrey would understand what she meant. "I'll lose my nerve if I know up front. Just... choose something... that I can live with." There were too many possibilites- too many fears... that Bia did not dare to bring to light. This was a conversation for a horror movie, not for real life.

But, Bia realized- this is my life.

It was Bia's turn to look surprised.

"You... you could do it today?" She asked, a taint of disbelief in her tone, "You don't have to talk to Moreau?" The word, as it did before, came tentatively out of her mouth. There was one, very literally unspoken rule in the labs: you didn't incite his name- for everyone knew that he was everywhere.

"There is a certain finality to it... isn't there?" She looked at Aubrey- and then, at the communicator she held in her hand. A flicker of doubt, housed in a roll of panic, almost made her shake her head- to tell Aubrey it was all a mistake- to send her back to her menial tasks and her menial life. But then her eyes fell upon the window- such a glorious, wide invention that connected the sad, square indoors to the rest of the world. Something about that blue sky- tinged so faintly with white clouds that promised no rain to marr the beautiful day... spoke volumes to Bia's heart.

The entire labs had been carved into the great behemoth of the mountain that was the spine of the island- and during its creation, more rooms than not found themselves seeping into its depth, surrounded by hundreds of ton of rock on all sides. To most of the labtechs who made their homes there, it was little comfort that the entire structure had been designed and built by some of the greatest minds in the world of architecture: and that no amount of money had been spared in its execution- for there were few who did not wake up in terror at least once in all their days at the labs, harshly awoken from a nightmare in which the mountain was collapsing, or they were being crushed by rocks.

Most of the main rooms- those that were used for injection purposes, labwork, and the other day-to-day menial necessities that kept the island running- faced the west or the south- nearest the lab's gates, and readily accessible to the open air. Those rooms, like Aubreys office, had windows, beautiful exposures- and were where the bulk of the lab's 'daylife' took place.

The only floor that had no combination of those rocky rooms which were lit by artificial means and the outer, exposed spaces- was the highest tier of the massive structure. Because it had been settled upon a great shelf of the mountain, every room was blessed with a perfect view, sun kissed exposure from nearly every angle. Of course, that choice selection was set aside as Moreau's mansion. But of those rooms that were situated beneath the Doctor’s excessive splendor, well in the rock's deep, were mainly sleeping quarters, to include Bia's. Many a night she had woken, terrified- barely breathing... and alone.

"I'm sure."

It was that sight- that beautiful sight, through something... as simple as a window.

She felt the hand on her shoulder as she passed back through the doorway- her mind almost achingly clear of thoughts as she turned back, for a moment to say, "Thank you... Aubrey."

Then, without only a moment's hesitation, she turned- and walked down the long hallway without looking back.

"Hmn?" The older man turned round to catch a better glimpse of his new employer, well one of them. He hadn't had chance to meet the other quite yet, though he had been assured a meeting with Moreau. A meeting quite soon actually...

"Oh," he sighed gently smiling, "Quite wonderful Ms. Lockheart..." his eyes scanned out the window once more lingering on the vast and expansive view before him, "...quite wonderful indeed. Oh--" He bent his head down to slip his glasses from his rounded face, "No need to use the title of Doctor Charlie will do just fine." He paused glancing down at the surface of his desk. ...Not a speck of dust. Perfect. "Or Mr. Haston if you'd like that better. Which ever makes you feel the most comfortable."

For most certainly Aubery would need to feel comfortable around him.

"I think I'll stick to the informalities then," said the man with a sway in his voice while he placed a palm upon the window behind him using it as a way to prop himself up. "I always feel that such stuffy titles are not meant for young beautiful independent women, like yourself. " He smiled casually, reassuring that the stament was not to be taken as anything other than a compliment.

"As for your fiancé..." watery green eyes doged down to an empty ring finger. Ah, a tell tail sign that something was wrong, not all was well in paradise, and by the tone and address in Aubery's voice she meant to do something else tomarrow than just introduce her fiancé.

Perhaps he was mistake but recollection had it that this same fiancé was none other than his new employer and founder of this place. If so, then why introduce him as someone who would be her future husband? Why not simply address him as Mr. Moreau and not bring personal matters in? This was a professional environment, no? Ah well...he didn't mind personal matter or not this company had hired him and he would do whatever they wanted. "It would be a pleasure. "

And with that he bade her goodnight.