The cowboy had been leaning against a wall, shaking out the last dart he had on him from its box-when the abrupt, yet polite question reached his receptors.
"......Dr.Wily?" Shade drawled as his eyes shifted towards the smaller bot. "Haven't had no work done by a Dr.Wily-Only know of a Dr.White around here."
Although, the mention of the "uprising" made Eight turn to completely face the purple bot,his expression slightly amused. So she had heard his presidential spiel? It had been a while-although last he heard, there were bots out there that shared his particular sentiments. Still-who was she? A friend of Beck's?
" Villainy?" Eight mused, as he chewed on his fresh dart. "You think I'm an outlaw of a sort-....Piano?"
".......I'll be frank with ya-I don't give much thought to what they want to mark me as." The cowboy replied without expression, questioning what she had jotted down a little. "I simply do what needs to be done."
He lifted the brim of his hat a little as if that would help him observe this supposed secretary bot better. Seems she wasn't from around here...
"Deeds and mayhem, aye?-guess some would call what I did, exactly that. Though I disagree." He drawled on munching on his dart in thought. "Now-...how do I know you're the bot for the job?"
Was he humoring her a little? Yes. But also, did she really believe in robot freedom or was she there to snoop around?















