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[firstcylon]

Zoe stood by the door to the wardrobe room, dressed in a (new) short little dress and a (new) pair of stiletto sandals. She was holding her communicator to the panel, but not to get in, or at least not that way. She wanted to figure out what had changed, and how to program the door open or shut.

As usual, she was not getting anywhere, the mainframe shutting her out each time she thought she had found a way in. As she got turned away one more time, her frustration became so high that she hit the wall, almost making a dent despite her petite frame. "Frak you," she told the mainframe, with feeling.