Scale eyed the silver Tsabhua with suspicion as they as in the waiting area of the little clinic. So far, Harkley hadn't done anything in specific to earn the suspicion, but Scale was rather safe than sorry. Howl had peered into the clinic earlier, seen Harkley, and discretely handed Scale a note before "helping her clean" the clinic, clearly keeping an eye on the Tsabhua as she did. The clinic has been spotless, as always, but luckily Harkley hadn't seemed to notice.

The word of the bunkers had spread around and, being one of the colonies closer to the L'hatzif bunker. The colony had offered all other colonies coming to investigate the bunker doors A few colonists had already made their way over, either resting before heading back home, or in some cases needing medical assistance- it had appeared not everyone wanted to use their brain to see what was beyond the doors, and a few colonists had already appeared on Scale's doorstep complaining of various injuries. It had also become pretty clear that not everyone had the same motivation behind getting the door open.

The etchings on the wall war horribly confusing. Scale frowned as she looked over the files she had received today. Howl had gone out again today, and had handed her the notes just before Harkley had come in. She had been trying to figure out this script all day now, and honestly was starting to get frustrated. It didn't make any sense to her at all, and honestly she felt like she was way too busy with more important things. Still, she sighed, looking the documents over one final time, but sighed again as she closed the tab on the computer it was on.

She looked at Harkley- he had complained about having hurt his ankle, and insisted that he'd be seen as soon as possible because of the pain- but yet, as soon as he was brought to Scale, the complaints seemed to have disappeared, replaced by an odd interest in the desks and equipment in the room.

She cleared her throat, calling the Tsabhua's name. "You hurt your wrist, right Harkley?" The tsabhua shot up- caught red-handed opening a drawer labelled "Bunker notes" which definitely wasn't suspicious *at all* "Huh?! Oh yes, I hurt my wrist when someone dropped a heavy tool on it- the pain has been almost unbearable." Scale frowned, easily catching the lie. She smiled, not wanting Harkley to catch on. "You must be so glad it wasn't your ankle- that would've made it a lot more difficult to make your way over here." Harkley's eyes widened, likely realizing his mistake.

"it's alright though! Now that you're here anyways, we can copy your notes. Saves us some time later, right?" Howl chimed in, already having grabbed the stuff to copy the notes over. Harkley seemed hesitant, but Howl didn't leave much up for debate, quickly getting to work before the other Tsabhua could complain.

By the end of the day, Harkley quickly gathered his things and couldn't seem to leave the colony quick enough. Scale and Howl weren't surprised- but were more than pleased that they did get some valuable insights from his notes.