“So, you are the little pest who thinks it is funny to pester someone with a drone? You are lucky it's still able to fly and not crushed under my boot.”

Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.

All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.

“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—

“Enter..”

Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.

She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.

The alarm didn't phase her either, so she sat at her small desk in her room and waited for the perpetrator of the small drone.

A foot tapping irritably.

The glitter canister didn't yield the exact result as Nycaise wanted as she stood up and walked to her quarters.

Putting the little drone into a small safe she had, locking it.

Nycaise will have to get it on her own.

Cue the Helljumper growling softly, with a quickness she grabbed the drone and stared at the camera on it.

An expression of slight anger amongst her face.

“Whose the turd who owns this? You want it, come find me..”

He coughed softly, head cocking once more as he reached up to wave off some of the smog.

"How. . . Rude."

Soft clicking. . .

Well this is . . New

Amazing .

Did you grow it yourself ?

Yes it is .

A nice ten out of ten .

Respectfully , of course .

Sure.

Which piece of equipment?