When Tehra requested directions to the criminal Labyrinth's quarters, there was the briefest of pauses. It was almost non-existent, and the directions were given swiftly. It could have been a brief blip of lag in the system, if that. Still - the AI gave Guardian the most direct pathways to reach the room she requested.

While the halls she passed weren't used, they weren't in disrepair. Not until the last hallway. Lights flickered to life as she entered, proving that no one came here. Her confusion and curiosity was well warranted. No one came to see Labyrinth. Not anymore.

Tehra's knock echoed through the empty halls eerily. There was no immediate response, though her earpiece made a soft sound. The AI's voice spoke. Enter, Agent Guardian. There was no lock on this door - another curiosity, as all criminals were shut in their cells and kept under a close watch.

The moment the door opened (it scraped open with the most horrible of noises) to a darkened room. It wasn't musty, as one would have expected. Instead, it was full of clean air - there was an airflow. The glowing of various screens lit an otherwise dark room.

Tehra was facing a wall of electronic circuits and sockets - it looked like an old phone board or something. It acted as a wall that funneled her toward the main room - an average-sized space full of an entire wall of screens both old and new. Boards and controls, buttons and odd devices littered every available surface, though it all had order to it. Nothing was left and forgotten. Each project was in a stage of completion.

On the main screen was a startling sight - it was Tehra herself.

There was a long silence before her earpiece made another soft sound - so unobtrusive, that quiet beep. What would you like to speak about, Guardian? The AI's voice came from her communicator once again.

It was around this time that a large area full of wires and panels shifted. It wasn't machine - or, not just machine. Labyrinth looked Tehra over, his grey eyes scanning over her in an analytical fashion. There was a male within the technology. It became more apparent as he moved, reaching up to unclasp a panel from his shoulder. After a few more of these movements, a tall male stood before her. He had no expression, though Labyrinth was obviously observing everything that Tehra did. Her vitals were on the screen beside them, her heartbeat gently rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern.

Labyrinth didn't speak out loud, but the AI's voice continued. You are the first person to set foot in this room in three years. There was no inflection that hinted at surprise; it was an observation. A fact.

Labyrinth was the AI. His voice was the same. The computer system was speaking for him. Wherever he looked, the screens would show what his eyes saw - with extra filters of information and statistics.

The silver-haired male lifted a hand in the direction of the dozen screens, and they shut down. Simultaneously, a rarely-used light clicked on. Labyrinth patiently stood, waiting for the agent's response as the markings in his skin began to glow lightly.

((He won't prompt her; he could wait for an eternity. He also won't suggest a topic, as he responds to queries like a freaking search engine at this point. o___o such is the way of people like this. Android-like, though he was human once, so he's still human. Just ... forgotten, I suppose. Like if you do a job for so long, you just do it to the best you can do until you don't think about anything else (I dance and do Filipino stick fighting, so routines really do get me into "perfection" mode). Labyrinth has done this for so long, it's become his identity. He'll be changing as he stays around Tehra. ))