Tularemia would often find herself having climbed a surface unreachable simply to taunt Noa and jump down, keeping the game of hound and prey going. Ducking, weaving, doing her best to evade capture without being uncatchable.

The Socialite took a moment to look around at the hallway before responding. "I've heard the phrase some few times before, but resources on the subject are as few as nil. What precisely is the Red Science and how does one go about researching it?"