While reconnoitering inside the non-nuclear Devastation Area and attended to by a lone Thinkdrone, the woman observes a surprising, yet certainly non-threatening flash of color. It definitely stands out against the ash and sun-bleached storefronts she reasoned to herself. After some time, the clumsy and fully organic thing selects to alight on a spine of her thermoptic uniform. Staying true to herself and the mission parameters, she does not speak aloud or even smile. Regardless, she does find herself content with the data. Among the dusty grey-white bones and rubble, vibrant signs of life are emerging in Old Tokyo, if only in small ways.