“Uhhh. No. No one has ever told me that.”

It’s good. And nobody out here appreciates it.

“I’m not really good at tellin’ jokes, I think? My humor tends t’be more dry and sarcastic, I think... Maybe a li’ self-deprecating at times.”

(( Her friends. Holiday didn’t have many friends before the war and she doesnt after it either. What few she has are very close and she’s very loyal to them even if they don’t always see eye to eye with each other. She’s the type to be part of a small gang of misfits that don’t quite seem to fit in in one way or another. ))

“...I GUESS???”

“My eyes are much like yours, flesh, the only difference is that it was made in a lab. Like everything else in my body. Synthetic blood, synthetic liver, synthetic eyes. All of it created.” 

“Am I a what? I am a synth, designation Z2-47 I thought you already knew this.”

“Yes they do, I’m guessing your asking so you can make some sort of joke at my expense about the topic. I am prepared.”