Breaking and Entering without the Breaking [Macht]

"You need to stop working such late nights on a teacher's salary, dumbass," Macht spoke harshly as he shut the door to Takehiro's office. The German sighed, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he proceeded down the hall. It was late, they had family plans, and Takehiro couldn't make it because he was stuck at this damn school during hours that didn't even make sense for someone in his position. Macht ran his flesh hand through his hair, and it lightly slapped against his thigh as he finally let it drop. This was some bullshit, and he was probably just going to head home.

Macht would be visible in the second-floor windows closest to the back gate, but not for long as he approached the stairwell and made his way down to the exit.

Macht hadn't noticed the girl - after all, why would he? - as he continued the descent. A heavy sigh could be heard as he reached the last step of the stairs and his metal foot thudded harshly against the tiled floor of the high school, sending a reverberating pulse to show just how heavy that step had to have been. He approached the door, pushing against it and realizing only as he got there that it had been partly opened, as he was welcomed by the sight of... lots and lots of pink. Way too much of it.

"Can I help you?" he inquired lazily, not wanting to deal with work-related things so long after school hours. On top of that, this girl wasn't someone he recognized. She probably didn't go here (he's gone through everyone's file by now), and that meant she couldn't be on campus. It's better that he find her than an apostle.

Macht simply cocked a brow at the girl and folded his arms over his chest. The door was shut, and then a moment later it was reopened, at which point his face soured slightly. Sneaking around like this was shady, and most people tried to play it off by attacking or just running away, so the single redeeming factor at this moment was that the girl had an entirely different approach.

"Alright. I'll bite."

Those three words would be all that left Macht's mouth as he continued staring down at the girl expectantly. His face adopted an expression which implied he was asking for details, but otherwise he remained stoic and motionless.

Macht's face started off with an unamused expression, and it slowly contorted into one of more and more disapproval the further the girl rambled on. She stood out, she spoke almost too much, and getting to the point seemed to be a concept that escaped her. It was then that Macht realized he'd probably made a mistake in asking the girl to elaborate. Still, he said he'd bite, so that's what he was doing.

"Weird things as in..? And why do you feel like they're tied to a student here? Give me details and I can find her for you, but I can't and won't help you without them."

The lack of details and forgetfulness as to the location of this 'lab' left Macht feeling even more disbelief than he had just moments ago, if that was even possible. His brow furrowed, and he was about ready to take this woman by the collar and remove her from campus himself straight up until she showed the envelope. It took Macht a moment to realize whose name that was - Zoe used the name Garcia, after all - but as soon as he did, his eye widened before narrowing at this stranger in what could be misconstrued as a death glare.

"Zoe, huh?" he asked, easing up after a moment. "You're gonna have a hard time findin' her, lady. She's been gone for a little over a week, now." He decided to mince the "she's dead" speech in case there was a chance this girl knew Zoe personally, but his expression became a somber one.

"She's not."

Macht spoke those two words a little more sternly than he'd have liked, perhaps due to being slightly irritated to begin with. He seemed to notice this, but opted not to rectify it. Instead, he simply sighed, two metal fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose as he made an attempt to think of the proper way to address this.

"You won't find her here. The best I could do is show you her file, or take you to someone who was close to her. Actually, that's probably the best you'd get in general." He shrugged, arms finally falling loose to his side. He stepped to the side of the door, allowing the girl space to enter if she chose. Should she do so, he'd begin to walk down to the file room.

Macht didn't seem to mind the mention of his prosthetic, the extent of his reaction being a questioning look in her direction. He paused for a moment, looking down at it, then he simply nodded. "Personal design," he replied simply, holding it up and pulling off a plate that would allow Jo to see the skeletal frame and wiring within. It looked like the mechanical equivalent to a human arm, complete with wiring to match nerve endings. He'd give her a moment, then replace it and unlock the file room.

"Macht. And it's hard for it to look good when you've got kids destroying it day in and day out." With another shrug, Macht approached the 'Z' cabinet and started fishing through it. After a moment, he pulled out Zoe's file and handed it to the girl. "That's everything we got.