Veronika liked this woman, that was for sure. She got to the point, took care of business and didn't sugar coat things. Like the army she was debriefed about her situation and then stranded after a firm handshake and another salute. Sighing softly, Volkov looked down at her new gun and then looked to Scar. "Alright mister, it seems that you get an upgrade." she said and playfully waved the gun in front of the large tiger, which he batted playfully. Chuckling, she allowed him to carry it in his mouth as they walked down the hall. She glanced around, obviously feeling like throwing the biggest bomb she could find in each cell and put these criminals out of their misery, but some of them didn't sound as bad as she thought. They just seemed to take the more bloody route to try and achieve justice. But she couldn't ever trust someone who killed, never. She was too scared for that, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Stopping in front of a room that had her name on it, she walked in, and smiled seeing her things. Good, she could get to work. If this place was anything like the army, she wouldn't get a lot of free time, but when she did she would make it count. Dragging out her tools and tossing her hat on the bed she patted the floor next to her and Scar willingly sat there. Working with skilled and loving hands, the woman went to work doing her routine adjustments on Scar, making sure everything was running, cleaning parts that needed cleaning, lubricating others, and tightening areas just because she could. Nothing was really out of place or a problem, she just did it because it made Scar feel like he just got done with a spa day.

Getting warm, she pulled off her uniform top, to reveal a tight white tank top that cut off just below her breasts. Her bra underneath was showing through because it was a bright pink but she didn't care. Having the large tiger turn over, she began to remove the spinal area and in the niche she was saving for a new weapon, she installed the PB. She got some grease smeared on her cheek and arms but there wasn't anyone to impress here. She had the position, now all she had to do was her job, and right now that consisted of arming herself with this gun. Finishing the welding and tightening of the gun, she began closing up the tiger and returned everything to where it was originally. Once done, Scar opened his eyes as he rebooted, and jumped on her purring loudly. She laughed as she was nuzzled and licked, scratching behind his metal ears lightly. He loved that, and rolled over onto his stomach.

Chuckling Veronika rubbed his tummy, laughing at the loud purring and playful mews coming from her companion. "You spoiled little boy." she laughed and gave his tail a light tug and shook her head. Putting her tools away, he got up and rubbed against her, and nearly caused her to fall over because he was almost using his whole weight. "You silly cat!" she laughed and retreated up to her feet and sat on the bed. Of course Scar jumped up and joined her on the bed and put his head in her lap. Chuckling softly Veronika petted his head lovingly. She would stay like this for a little while and then she would go take a shower, and Scar would want to join her. Like actual tigers, he loved water, and was completely immune to it messing with his wiring so often times she let him sit under the shower with her. He honestly didn't leave her side, he was like a boyfriend, except with less drama and needs in Volkov's opinion.