Valentin watched with great interest as the girl dropped to the floor of her tank, something knacking inside of him once he realized she was actually.. well, dead. He walked closer and inspected her, taking a look at the red holes in her body where the pumps previously had been been. It looked like she hadn't had a really great life. Or perhaps she had. What was a great life anyway? He shook his head and walked towards the end of the large hall, choosing to go and explore some more. As he passed the doctor he gave him another kick for what he'd done to the girl. “Fucking bastard..” he mouthed out as he continued.
At the end of the hallway there was a large stairs leading upwards which Valentin followed. He came to some.. abandoned cosmetical surgery room. There were knives and blades scattered all over and there was some blood on areas that wouldn't normally have blood -- it was all dried up though so Valentin didn't care much. He heard some low growling noises outside and a drill revving up, and was about to inspect it all when he heard a loud, annoying and ear-drum crushing screech. “Damn!” he yelled out as he went for his pistol. Now, Val was a total bad ass and preferred fighting with his fists, but there was drills, low groans and a screech like that outside? No way he was gonna punch a big giant robot and his friend. And.. girlfriend? Whatever.
Slowly the door creaked open leading to the medical pavillion. Val's head peaked out and took a look around only to discover that there was some sort of robot wars going on outside the doorway. The Big Sister seemed to be further away from him, with a big daddy in between revving up his drill at some other big daddy. Something was off about this big daddy, though, and he seemed kind of alone. “Wow.” Valentin said, looking at his pistol and deciding that he didn't have enough bullets. He retreated back into the cosmetic surgery office and watched the fight through a window, unsure if they'd even known he was here.