There were many things Armsmaster expected to happen when he decided to take Miss Schnee onto the roof, an escape attempt, some denial that the room was a hologram and didn't actually exist, or that this happened to be a plot by the Simurgh. What he didn't expect however, was for her to have a mental breakdown upon seeing the full moon. As soon as the first scream escaped her lips, Armsmaster was already on the move.

"Miss Schnee? Miss Schnee, are you ok?" Armsmaster said loudly as he quickly took a knee besides the young woman. The only response he received was another tortured scream as a river of tears streamed down her face. The two PRT officer's that came with him ran by his side, with one of the duo standing a few feet back, their containment foam launcher at the ready. A curt shake of his head made the officer lower the launcher.

That wouldn't be the proper way to handle first contact with an individual from another Earth, and could damage any goodwill he may have built. Weiss' hands held her head as her erratic breathing did little to calm the girl. Damn it. Grabbing a tranquilizer that he normally used for criminals, Armsmaster pulled out the epipen shaped device, and quickly, but gently, jammed the head into the exposed part of Miss Schnee's neck.

Nothing happened.

Jamming the tip of the tranquilizer in another spot, Colin's eyes widened under his helmet as he finally got a good look at the head of his device. The needle was now flatten and blunt, as if it attempted to penetrate a steel wall. His eyes darted to the area where he attempted to inject the relaxant, his scanners already working. The needle failed to pierce her skin, instead being damaged in the process.

Was Miss Schnee a parahuman, or was there something else at play here?

Colin's lips formed a thin line as he stared at the white haired girl before him. He turned to the two PRT officers.

"Contact Director Piggot and Miss Militia."

Eventually, Miss Schnee finally appeared to calm down, and was escorted back to her temporary room, under Colin's orders of course. While Director Piggot wanted results quickly, he wasn't going to risk the girl lashing out, at least not now. Armsmaster still had plenty of questions for her, regarding her world, and the belongings that had arrived with her.

The color crystals and dust were being stored in his lab to perform some preliminary scans until he could identify what they were. Her earrings also seemed to be made of the same substance, with the firearm in the rapier's hilt also containing the same colors as the substances.

Then there was the rapier itself, being made out of metal alloys that just didn't exist in this world. The blade had what appeared to be runes carved into it, and was extremely sharp, sharper than his latest halberds. Colin needed answers, and he was sure that Miss Schnee was most likely thinking the same way.

"How is she doing?" Armsmaster approached the same two PRT officers from earlier, who were now assigned to guard Weiss' room.

"She just finished eating, Sir." Agent Topaz said, her voice a bit sympathetic. "She didn't eat much in the end though, only picking at the food." Agent Stone who stood next to her nodded in agreement. That wasn't good.

The sound of footsteps made Colin angled his neck just slightly.

"Miss Militia." He said neutrally. Hannah was the closest person he had to a second in command, and was a good hero. She followed orders, and performed well in the field.

"Hello Armsmaster." Miss Milia's eyes seemed to smile as the lower half of her face was hidden by the American flag she wore as a bandana. "Are you ready?"

"Of course."

Chief Director Costa-Brown ordered him to take the lead on discussions with Miss Schnee, especially since it would be better for her to speak to someone she was already familiar with, however brief it may have been. Pulling his tinkertech tablet from his side, he turned to the door.

At least his psychology degree was going to be useful here.

Ash, that was all that Weiss tasted in her mouth. Wiping her now puffy eyes, Weiss forced herself to take another bite of food, only because she knew she was going to need her energy if she needed to escape and find Myrtenaster. The chicken tasted like ash, and the smell made her want to vomit. Good thing she was used to not eating for periods of time, often done to annoy Father, or because her ballet instructor said she looked too fat.

That had all stopped as soon as she met her friends at Beacon.

She giggled softly as she took a sip of water from the plastic cup on her tray, the red plastic shaking ever so slightly as she raised the cup to her lips. At least that washed away the taste of ash, but it did little to ease her thoughts.

Who would have thought that she would have ended up in another world, one with their moon whole? Another world that sounded so impossible, yet here she was, never to see her friends again. Did they win at Haven? Did they lose? Was Weiss the only one to fall in battle? Dozens of thoughts raced through her mind, dozens of questions, but she knew that most of them would never find an answer.

A sharp knock came from the door. Raising her now red eyes from the tray, Weiss took a deep, shaky breath.

"Come in." The door slid open, revealing Armsmaster with his scroll. Beside him was a shorter, yet tanned woman who was dressed in a utilitarian outfit, with a red, white and blue bandana hiding everything beneath her green eyes. Ah, another huntress?

"Hello Miss Schnee." Armsmaster said, immediately walking to her side. He frowned upon seeing how much food she still had on her tray. "This is Miss Militia, another member of the Protectorate ENE."

"A pleasure to meet you, though I wish it could've been under different circumstances." Miss Militia said, her voice pleasing and calm. She reminded Weiss of Blake, minus the cat ears and amber eyes.

Weiss nodded slightly in agreement, her throat was a bit sore from all that screaming and crying earlier, but her aura was already doing its job.

"We understand that this is really quite life changing, so feel free to ask us any questions you want." Armsmaster interjected. "Or if you wish, we could take turns in asking questions to make it even."

"Very well." Weiss said, doing her best to keep her voice calm and level. It was a hard thing to do with the storm that was raging inside of her.

"I'll go first then." Armsmaster looked at his scroll. "Earlier in our previous conversation you mentioned a mask that was modeled after Nevermore, could you expound on that?"

There was little Weiss could do to stop the light laugh that escaped her throat, her eyes narrowing as she hardened her face.

"I suppose that means you have no idea what a Grimm is." That should've been obvious since not a single Grimm arrived after her episode on the roof.

Armsmaster and Miss Militia shared a brief look, but Weiss had spent years dealing with the board of directors back at the Schnee Dust Company headquarters in Atlas. These two would be easy to read.

"The creatures of Grimm are monsters without souls that were drawn to feelings of negativity…" Weiss started to speak blankly as her hands turned into fist.

She would've been better off dead.

A/N

Another one completed! Now I'm either going to work on another of my Worm stories, so another update for Schnee's Bay should come out either this weekend or early next week depending on how fast I write, work has been extremely busy.

Time to turn Worm into Weiss the Musical.