"The sweetest secret dungeon!" Robin agrees gleefully. He jogs over to the small ship in the hangar, poking at the door hopefully. "Any ideas how we open it?" 

Erin's back in the infirmiry, scanning the medical machines to try and figure out what they are. Hearing Robin's voice echo through the base, she heads out into the main room, poking her head into the hangar, "Maybe don't poke at it, Robin. It might have autopilot or something." 

"Yeah, or maybe a self-defense mechanism. I should cast those same divinations I did on Caine's house. It should help and safe."

"Soren might know... the shifter might be able to ooze through an opening."

"Yeah, and we should go update everyone upstairs about this before we do anything else, anyway." 

Back upstairs and to the rec room they go.

"Found a secret passage to Erin's parents secret alien paraphernalia."

Jamie and Caine are still in the kitchen, but Soren looks up at their entrance. 

"Were there any molten plastics in their supplies?" he inquires, "If you intend to attack a shapeshifter base, I would recommend bringing some." 

"I didn't see any when I scanned the armoury. Would you mind coming down and helping us identify things?" 

He nods agreeably. 

"I will go with you. Fenris and Henry, please try to interview our friend about the collective's base. Also, oh, what's your name?" He asks the shifter.

"My designation is Scout 15."

"...Do you like your designation?" 

Blink, then very slowly Scout 15 says. "That's my job."

"I mean, do you want a name, something that's beside a job designation?"

Long pause.

Very long pause.

"It is alright if you do not. If you cannot think of anything, we would be honoured to help you decide, as well." 

"Do you mind if we use your designation in the meantime?"

Headshake.

He hums, "Would you prefer I stay until the interview is complete, Scout 15?" He asks. Their comfort is his most important consideration at the moment, "And, do you have preferred pronouns?" 

Scout 15 nods vigorously. "I... he and him?"

So he stays. 

Erin, Robin, and presumably Felix head back downstairs to poke at the lair some more. Soren folds his arms and plants himself to the right and slightly ahead of Scout 15, making sure he knows he's on his side. 

Felix does want to go back and poke at things in the lair. Yes. See what new interesting finds they can discover down there.

Meanwhile... 

Worker 23 is at the library. The existence of this archive of human (and other earthling) knowledge was only recently revealed to it during its last scan of its original. It has been devouring books all morning, and just hours ago discovered that it was possible to log onto the guest computers without a 'library card' (which it did not possess). 

It has seen much more art now, than the taste it received from Scout 15's memories. The scout was correct - much art is beautiful, though some does not appeal to the worker. 

Some art does not appeal to the worker which would have appealed to the scout, it now knows. And as for the rest of the Collective... they would see no use in it. 

This is confusing. The worker is the Collective, and therefore should believe the same things the Collective does - but it does not. 

Aside from the art, it has also discovered 'poker'. A helpful 'window' offered it a 'link' to a 'website' where it can play this new game. It is quite enjoyable! It has been playing for three hours now. 

A librarian comes up behind his chair, "Uh, excuse me. You've been on there for a long time now, some other people would like to use the computer." 

The worker glances back at him, irritated, "This- I am using the computer." 

"Yes, but it's been four hours, we only have five computers, and many people need to use them. Please log off." 

It looks back at the screen; its hand has been folded automatically, as it didn't respond in time. It scowls in frustration, but logs off as asked. 

Getting up from the seat, it asks the librarian, "Can you show me the study rooms?" Its original used them as a quiet place to work when he went to college. 

The librarian sighs, glancing at the cart of books he was reshelving, but turns to lead the worker down between bookshelves and up the stairs to the second floor. Halfway down the second floor hallways he stops outside an empty room. 

"You can use this one."

The worker steps inside, pivots towards the librarian as he turns away, and grabs him around the throat. 

"Ah! What are you-?" 

Its hand covers the man's mouth, and then turns copper. 

Five minutes later, the librarian steps out of the room alone. He locks the door behind him, and returns to the first floor to resume his duties. 

 At the end of the day he is the last one there. He brings his car up to the loading dock, wheels out a book cart with a large bag on it, places the bag in the car, wheels the cart back in, and leaves. He does not go home, to his one bedroom apartment, but instead drives to a large building in the industrial area of the city. 

Some workers come to take his bag out of his car, and he follows them into the building and then continues into the supervisor's office.

"Supervisor 17." Worker 23 acknowledges its superior. 

Supervisor 17 turns around from the map they were observing. "Report, Worker 23."

"This one has discovered a new source of information on the lifeforms of this planet. This form belongs to a human who works at what is called a 'library', which is an archive of human and other earth native knowledge. This one believes it is well placed to replace the original, but brought the original in case the Supervisor believed another would be better."

Though the worker would not like to have to say that to a Yagul, they would have sensed the lie immediately. Hopefully if it offers all of this the Supervisor will agree to let it change missions. 

"This is a position for a Researcher, Worker 23." Supersivor says with quite a bit of scorn. "With your familiarity with the area and the original role's you will do minor infiltration and replacement work with his face, as well assist with manual labor that the Researcher shouldn't concern themselves with. Which... yes, Research 4 should fit this assignment."

Worker 23's form... shudders, a bit, going coppery in safe places where the Supervisor's eyes are blocked by the desk. It nods in acceptance, but internally it feels something strange... resentment, perhaps. It recalls its former original had resented several classmates for seemingly being better than him. The worker is not sure why it feels this - the Supervisor is, of course, correct. Investigating the archives of the library is a Researcher mission. 

"Of course, Supervisor. This one will assist Researcher 4 to the best of its abilities."