ℒeech

helmeted metal skull tilts a mere fraction to the left as bg9 regards the other being without empathy, the stare of a corpse or of the brain-dead, although it is the opposite of this. ones & zeroes constantly pulse through its wires, adjusting factors & instructing it to do this, that, & the other thing. currently, its programming senses untruth.

The remaining, unaddressed one was true. She stayed  away from certain things, such as it for example, that she never dealt with before. It was virtually a walking robot that had an mind of it's own. 

He was intelligent, probably one of the most canny people she's ever met or that walked in the walls of Silbern. She had a feeling he would address the unmentioned word of the trio that were the liability of avoiding physical interactions. It would be best if she addressed it first.

"I admit, you do unnerve me a bit. It's because of you appearance. Your robotic or android appearance-- I don't know which you refer to yourself as-- because I don't deal with it on a regular basis. People and things that I interact with regularly I am more comfortable around."

          “That so?————— Hope ya don’t take it personally, but I gotta kill ya.           But maybe I’ll string ya up all nice an’ pretty for yer friends to see.           I’ll replace the pain with bright lights.           Just like Christmas!”

Friends were people she'd care about dying, but with her fellow Stern Ritters, she couldn't care less. This was a world where you had to be strong to survive.

"I appreciate the offer though, but what makes you think you would manage to even hit me?"

Probably her childish appearance.