Penn had returned to his room, and on a thought, swept it for any monitoring devices. Bugs, as some called them, and disposed of the ones he could find. He wasn't hungry, and he rummaged through some of his belongings, eventually digging out an old book, far older than the Agent was. He hadn't ditched the armor yet, and sat down on the ground rather than risk stress damage to the furniture. His armor was more prone to that then most. Gently opening the book, half the pages were blank, the other half filled with a half legible scrawl that was Penn's handwriting. It was an honest to god journal, no electricity, no digital displays, just an honest to god book. Next to the book was a recorder, which was a verbal log of his journal musings and writings, more candid than that written in the book. Feeling secure about the room now, having found what he could, he began writing, the recording device also starting, picking up from the last time he had used the two. The background noise on the recorder was always the same, quiet, except for the sound of pen on paper, and Penn's own voice.

"Journal and Log of Agent Pennsylvania, continued from previous entry. The testing has gone well until today, where everything turned into a mess. No one walked away from that round of tests unscathed. I have...Forget this formal bullshit. North and South looked traumatized, and as far as I can tell, they got off easiest. Iowa looked inches away from murdering people outright, and Carolina...poor bastard is broken, gone and broken. He won't ever be the same, not where it matters. I don't consider my own tests a failure, not due to my actions. Provided with grossly useless equipment and intel does not saddle responsibility for failure onto the Agent. But, these last rounds of tests, something is off. I can't say what, but someone is looking for something very specific, very clear. To them, but not to me. I have my concerns and fears, I'm sure the rest of the agents do. Hell, I compiled a list of tech specs and info that indicates the borderline impossible nature of my test parameters. But I'm not sharing them, not with what I know now. I need to bide my time and wait, see what comes of all this. Its not going to be easy, not with the distrust and pain each Agent is no doubt going through now. For now, thats all that I got for the log. End Entry."

Penn sighed, standing up from the floor, stashing his things away again. Some days he wondered why he still bothered with that thing. And the same answer always returned. For when he died, someone could go back, find it, and see what the man was thinking on a regular basis. Kind of a long running statement, he supposed. But he still wasn't hungry, and he walked out of his quarters and started roaming the halls of the ship, waiting for the recall or some sort of information to be put out. It was a rare event where he didn't want to seek anyone out. He wanted to think in peace, and left his helmet on now, data tablet still with him all the way. No, unless he ran into someone, he wasn't going to be discussing things with anyone right now, if he had his way that was. He had enough information to sift through.