Tanya looks at the woman while she sips from the slightly chipped mug. "I hope that you do not take this wrong, Kachina." She waves a hand at the room. "I hope that you are not comparing your flat to mine and feeling that you come up shy. These are your things and this is your home. I can see that you have spent time on making it your place, your refuge from the world. One can tell a lot about people by observing their home. For instance, I believe that you like plants, and it looks like sage might be your favorite. You have a number of very pretty and probably delicate examples of what I have to assume is Native American art. It seems that there is some vague pattern in the placement of certain things and it is obvious that you take care in and have pride in your place. Your things are clean and cared for, the kitchen is neat, the place is dusted and tidy. I appreciate the effort you must put into your home and I thank you for sharing it."
"And speaking of mothers, mine was always volunteering at some social event or another. It was left to a long line of nurses and nannies in my early years, followed by tutors and eventually several boarding schools to raise me. I could wish that my mother had even once have wanted to try to teach me anything. She was exceptionally disappointed in me. I was younger than my brothers by several years; an accident and completely unwanted. Dear Daddy felt the same way, unfortunately. No, if any of this comes as a result of your mother loving you and wanting to share life with you, then I am jealous of you."
She sighs. But enough of Dame Tanya's pity party. We can at least review the information we do have while we wait for Kumiho to come round. For my part, I found the security of the place to be top-notch. These guys are not playing about. Military-grade maglocks, and the exterior door was equipped with a tamper-proof device. The equipment lockers downstairs were even better protected. SOTA or even bleeding edge. It was so good that I did not want to try it. it is too bad we do not know a good rigger. I would have loved to have left a micro drone in the place." She turns to Requiem. "I am no expert, but it seemed that the equipment they had in the lockers was pretty top-grade as well. And perhaps enough to arm at least one HRT, perhaps for several different mission types. What was your take? I am sorry of the pics were not too clear, but I tried to get as good as I good." She goes to Mother next. "What were your opinions of the mojo in the place?"