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Well, if anything, he wasn’t laughing his square zippo bum off at her, the diminutive robot thought to herself as she batted away the thick cloud of smoke the other had blown her way. Bad first impressions were the worst, she’d learned fast enough, but given the rather rude and bored nature of their interaction so far, that seemed to be the least of her concern.
“Well, ex-queeze me, but ya’ go an’ try to look like something that DIDN’T come from the scrap heap when yer’ job is to trudge ‘round through mud an’ build tunnels on a daily basis.” She huffed back to the other ‘bot, crossing her arms onto her chest and trying to stand up as straight as possible, which... frankly didn’t do much for her.
A voice in the back of her hand rang out like an alarm bell that just maybe she shouldn’t be talking back to the annoyed-sounding robot - in fact, she definitely shouldn’t be talking to him at all, and should book it as fast as she could, running or digging. And she knew the voice maybe spoke wisdom, but... so far, he hadn’t quite incinerated her. Okay, that probably was a bad justification for her behavior. He hadn’t TRIED to incinerate her - there, much better.
“Sorry for the spiel, ah’ didn’t mean to bother ya’. Ah’m programmed to spout things like that whenever ah’ see humans do things like smokin’ an’ such, so ah’ just went with it. Ts’ kinda’ hard to get rid o’ the habit.”
