It's not every day that you find a warehouse full of a tinker's old projects just lying around for the taking.

...well, to be fair, that also didn't happen today. Lacie didn't find anything, she heard someone else had and came to explore. Only to find a full-on fight happening, more's the shame. However, she is not one to miss opportunities like that, and besides, not being aligned with any of the teams in play means she might be able to just sneak past them.

She presses a few buttons on her armband in an order no one else would be able to guess in advance, covers her head with a greenish-silver hood, and she's nearly invisible. Not completely invisible, she hasn't quite cracked that nut yet, and also not completely inaudible, but she has adaptive camouflage and sound muffling and really, when there are explosions and screams everywhere who's even gonna notice?

No one, the answer turns out to be. No one until, that is, she grabs the most portable-looking valuable object she can find and tries to pry it from its perch. It makes a keening noise which somehow disables her cloaking and flashes extremely bright—