"An Antimatter Lathe, ma'am," says a very nervous minion who is not paid enough for this but has definitely learned showing a bit of simpering fear helps move the villains along faster.

"Yeeesss... but do you know what it does?" She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, "'Antimatter Lathe', what could that be used for? Lathes are for cutting, carving, drilling... one that does that to antimatter..." She hums. "I wonder what would happen if I turned it on?" 

"Nothing good for us, ma'am."

"Are you sure? Perhaps it will simply cut antimatter to my designs," she caresses the nearby console lovingly. "Or perhaps it will cause enough of a mess to drag our dear Overlord down here... Or maybe it will kill us all! Aren't you curious at all, Guardsman? Aren't you bored? Standing here day after day, guarding this device, not even knowing what it's for?"

"We play cards sometimes, ma'am."

She pouts at him, "That's not very interesting at all." She steps back away from the railing, still facing the device, and sighs heavily, "I guess I'll just have to make my own fun. Did you know the stone in the next room unleashes an agony ward with a five-hundred meter radius? It also turns everything a bright, neon green, so Daevon's never used it, but I don't mind being green..." 

"Fascinating, ma'am."

She grins at him, "You have the deadpan minion act down perfectly, don't you? I should have you moved to somewhere you can exercise it more - you must not get much company down here in the vaults. Maybe that will give me some entertainment while I wait for Daevon to finally let me do something." 

The minion stills, and their face goes a bit pale, eyes wide.

She blinks at him, "What, that's what scares you? I suppose if you're that introverted that might explain why we've got you guarding the vaults..." 

"Be - Behind y-you - "

She turns to look. 

Behind her is: a someone definitely above her pay grade, let alone the minion's!

"My, what a fascinating set of toys."

Jack has never met anything 'above her paygrade' which she didn't immediately jump into headfirst. She lights up - finally, something unexpected! 

"Oh stop, you'll make me blush!"

"Oh, really? That seems likely to be quite an excellent look on you."

"You know, I couldn't say if it is or not, I've never seen myself blush," she muses. She glances back at the guard minion, "What do you think?" 

The guard, very tightly: "I think you'd be lovely regardless, ma'am."

The interloper laughs. "Your guards here have good taste! You know, I do believe this whole facility is worth claiming..."

"You're sweet," she tells the guard, and then to the other, "Oh dear. Daevon doesn't really make good use of anything in here, but he's very possessive, you know. Are you sure?" 

"I'd say it's the whole point, really. Tweak his nose a bit."

"He'll be so put out when I can't stop you," she sighs sadly. "I bet he'll put me in time out again. Unless you mean to steal everything in here?" 

"Of course. You especially."

She grins, "How flattering." She steps forward, leaning in a bit, "Tell me you'll at least have more use for me than he does?" 

"Depends on what his use for you has been. But I'm rather good at providing a purpose, I do think."

"Oh, you know. Infiltration, sabotage, the occasional interrogation - though he likes to do that the more traditional way, most of the time. Torture might not be as reliable as mind control, but we all have our hobbies." 

"Well, I do make most of my harem into official governmental Princesses... If they please me."