"Hey," a voice out of nowhere called from behind her.
Carter spun around quickly. She didn't remember doing anything blatantly wrong. Yes, there was the thing with the metal detectors, but it's not her fault her powers affect them.
In front of her was a friendly face, one of those that she saw milling around in the rotunda.
"Hi," she said softly, still embarrassed from accidentally causing a scene.
"That was weird, right? With the metal detectors and everything?
"Definitely weird," Carter agreed.
"Makes you wonder what caused it."
"Maybe the introduction of too many people's electromagnetic fields," Carter said cheekily. Or just one person's, she thought to herself.
"Bryce Jenkins," the friendly face said, holding out his hand.
"Carter Williams," she replied, pulling her hand out of her pocket to shake his hand.
"Williams?"
"Yeah, it's a pretty common last name."
"It's also the name of the director of the CIA."
"I see that I can't leave the shadow of my father," Carter said sulkily.
This was supposed to be a new start, away from anyone who would have known who her father was. Do things of her own merit. Not get anything because of who her father was. Also, it seemed like having an association with her father prevented her from things, like a real job. No one wanted to hire a potential spy.
"What...?" before he could finish, the entire group was brought to order.
The woman whose name no one knew was standing in front of the room again, looking a bit stiffer than she had before. It was quite apparent to Carter that she didn't to be there. Her brain was working on overdrive based on the electrical currents while looking for a neutral expression.
"Now that everyone is through, we will now walk through the facility," the woman said before turning around with the corral following behind her.
For the majority of the tour, Carter was people watching more so than facility watching. The people around usually decided things for her. Still, of course, she couldn't help nearly drooling at the sheer number of computers that were around. What she could do to those babies. She always wanted to work on a large project. Maybe she would have the chance to.
Bryce stood at her side for the majority of the tour. She could tell that he was up to something, but every time she looked at him, he was looking at the things they were being shown. Maybe she was making it up, but she just couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched by someone close by.
But back to people watching.
Unfortunately, the group included that group of girls who seemed to be in every movie ever. The ones that would groom themselves whenever someone walked by and pushed their breasts up in their shirts to make them look bigger. Carter inwardly groaned at the fact that they were doing this. They were in their twenties. Was this really a thing? Who was she kidding? Of course, it was a thing, and it seemed like some of the guys were entranced by it. Maybe they have lovely personalities, she thought with false hope. There were others that Carter would have called more "normal." Perhaps she should stick with them.
They ended up in a gym facility from the looks of it. There were already people milling around in the middle as they were directed to seating off to the side.
"You'll be in here for about an hour to watch some things that you will be learning while you're here. Your specialty might not be muscle, but you are still going to need to learn some things. Feel free to talk if you want. I'll be back when it's time to leave."
The woman immediately left after her statement. The rest of the room seemed to relax some. The room was brought into loud gossiping chatter. Carter didn't let it bother her. Fighting was something she was good at. She had to be living with two older brothers and a pouncing older sister. While the rest of the room talked, she focused on the fighting that was taking place. Not even Bryce, who was trying to pull her into a conversation, pulled her out of the almost trance. She answered questions here and there, but she had no clue what was being asked of her.