Cia walked into the CIR Headquarters with Patrick right next to her. He had a plate of what looked to be tarts with him, some that he had made himself which only meant that they would be to die for. As she entered the building she was welcomed by quite a few of the people inside, many of them knew who she was, of course it was pretty hard to not know who she was as she was one of the few people who constantly refused to get robotic arms or any kinds of prosthetic. She walked around without arms and she was proud of it. She never did like the prosthetic anyways.

Once she got to the elevator to turned to look around for John. "You need to hurry up John! We are going to be late and you know how much I hate that." Cia said turning back towards the entrance. Patrick was right next her still holding the plate of tarts in his hands. "If you don't hurry you aren't getting any tarts!" Patrick said to his father smiling and hopping around. He always loved to see his uncle Cole and was excited to share his latest treat with him.