[It stood to reason for MOMO, with enough sensory ability to potentially keep physical track of everyone in the tower if she really wanted to, that one of the first courses of action should be to do a few scans and see if she could pick out anything, or anyone, familiar. One wavelength in particular stood out like a pillar of fire in a forest at night -- really, Jr. was hard to miss even if she wasn't functioning at her best.
She makes the short trek upstairs and only takes a brief moment to knock softly on the door; while normally she'd think twice before waiting for permission to enter someone's room, this was a special case.]
Jr--
[She calls out to him with a heavy note of concern in her voice... before being unceremoniously greeted with the butt of a gun.]
4-08, hi thurr B)
She makes the short trek upstairs and only takes a brief moment to knock softly on the door; while normally she'd think twice before waiting for permission to enter someone's room, this was a special case.]
Jr--
[She calls out to him with a heavy note of concern in her voice... before being unceremoniously greeted with the butt of a gun.]
Ahhhh! Wait, don't shoot!