"Any way has led to something, so.... this way." She shoves her mask down over her face, using the scanner to pick a direction. Lots of motion? Good. That way.

She slides the mask back up and starts climbing up some pipes with her hair.

"I grew up in my parents lab, too! After they died, I was raised by their robots." She doesn't say it with a great deal of sadness, though, and with all the ease of someone who needs to work on her brain-to-mouth filter. She was very young at the time, and she did love those robots.

Her hair helps her scuttle up the wall with ease. When she's over the edge she finds a couple of Helpmates making a mess of a series of conduits. Ones that are obviously charged. Oh boy. She's probably going to get shocked again. "What's infecting them to make them tear stuff up!"

This has to be an infection.