It wouldn't be until days after the service that a heavy, dark blue exosuit would arrive at the gravesite. Touching down silently even though there seems to be a spectacle of light erupting from the boots to stabilize the unit as it touches down on the ground before the tomb.
Pulling off her helmet in a show of respect and tucking it under one arm, the scarred face of the tall woman focuses on the tomb itself for a long, long while. It's hard to miss the actual site of the body, being covered in all manner of roses from previous guests. It's here that the armoured woman stands for a good thirty minutes in quiet contemplation before reaching out and touching the name of Serena Rose Jordan.
The polished armour of the fingertips glide and tap lightly against the embossed letters one at a time before she withdraws her hand.
Cyberette doesn't seem to know what exactly to say to the woman she'd never met. But something about the situation compelled her to at least visit.
Stepping heavily away with a sigh, she looks back over her shoulder at the grave.
Then looks around cautiously before whispering...
"...I uhm. I only just heard. And. Uhm. I just wanted to say. I'm sorry. and. You didn't deserve ... anything. Like this. Hope you found peace. ...I'm. I'm Gonna go, now. I wish We could have met."
She steps quietly away from the tomb, before beginning the grueling process of tucking her hair into her helmet, locking it into place, engaging her sonic thrusters, and taking off again back toward Paragon.
