Testdrive for Zoe

[Zoe paces the corridors, quiet as a ghost, but dragging the scent of powder and fire behind her. The Keeper must be somewhere. Half of her wants to find them and stand by their side, a guard as she's always been. Has it been always? That other half of her that says it hasn't, wants to beat the bun tyen-shung duh ee-dway-ro's face in with the butt of her rifle.

She's wearing a frown on her metallic lips, whichever option she chooses in the end.]