Frantic energy hummed around the building, keeping all the Angels on their toes and on edge. It was impossible to relax, not with tension strung tendon-tight between everyone. Satsuki was even finding makework to burn off this stressful feeling. She perched on the edge of the interface chair, lunch beside her, head inserted into a service panel as she tried to find out what was slowing Beast down so much. Every once in a while she surfaced to sip at the cup of what passed for coffee here. Have to get someone besides Yuuto to make this, she thought, wincing at the taste. She'd have made it herself, but her own was even worse.
She cursed at the machine under her breath. It would not tell her what was slowing it so, and this was frustrating. It had always listened before. She kicked at a panel in frustration, and cursed more loudly as her foot complained at the treatment.
"Having a bad day?" A deep voice echoed through the immense room.
"What do you think?" She hadn't heard him enter, but there stood the Sakurazukamori, looking like a black granite obelisk in his long, immaculately pressed coat. His one good eye watched her in mild curiosity. "This damned thing isn't responding to anything I do. It's doing something, but won't tell me what. I think it found out I went out the other night and is sulking." She knew he didn't give a dman, but it felt good to vent at something besides thin air.
"You went out? That's a surprise." Sakurazuka's voice held enough humor that the sarcasm didn't bother her. Which, she thought, was probably what he intended. He did little without motive. She jumped down from her perch, the bitter brew in one hand. He in turn approached slowly, towering over her slight form.
"Yeah, I decided I was seeing too much of this place, and needed some air. Ended up at a bar, not quite sure of most of the night." He laughed outright at this. She restrained an annoyed growl as she looked around at the massive creation that had been so much a part of her life so far. "I don't know why it'd be sulking. I don't even think it has feelings."
"Don't underestimate anything, especially not emotions. They can be found in the most unlikely of places." A shadow briefly crossed his face as he paused a moment. "But maybe you're looking at this from the wrong angle. Maybe it's not sulking. Maybe it's solving a problem for you. That is, after all, what computers are for. Oh, and I made some real coffee. Couldn't stand the shit Kigai made." With that, he turned to leave. Satsuki watched him go, watched the doors hiss open, then shut. She was more than a little creeped out by the assassin, and his words had seemed so right for the situation that the feeling was doubled. What if he was right? What could the Beast be doing to make the reparations that he talked of? She knew then she'd been underestimating the mind of the machine, mistaking it's alien thought processes for a puppy-like intelligence. In technical terms she knew it was capable of much more, but her personal stereotype remained.