[B]Never drop your fucking guard![/b]

Repetitively slamming a thumb against the circular buttons upon her wireless game console controller, making an occasional awkward jerk away from the television before her as to nearly destroy the controller's analog sticks, Tyler Finch spat a cry of frustration at the small screen. Watching with annoyance as an dagger wielding gladiator was decapitated by another warrior wielding a sword and shield combo. 

"Oh, come on!" The girl let the black controller fall from between her small hands. Leaning back, Tyler also let her lean body fall back, allowing her head to fall upon her bed moments after the controller had landed in her cross legged lap. "How can Spartacus suck ass when the game's called 'Spartacus'?" As she spoke, she let her hazel eyes trail over the ceiling of her room before moving them over the rest of it.

Her 'den', as she often referred to it, was of standard Foundation layout. Its floor littered with old magazines and white walls filled with tiny fist sized holes. All in all, it was what many would call a mess, save for the little section next to her television in which her game console sat. After arriving, it had been the only thing she had asked the Foundation for. Since then, she had made a habit of asking for a new game every time she helped with a new specimen, the last of which she had been disappointed with. 

With a sigh, Tyler rolled over onto her side. Trying to recall all the specimens she had worked with in an attempt to keep her mind busy. To remind herself that her life had made a difference.