bumps into her by accident, a hand going around her waist to stop her from falling. He doesn't quite stop the leaflets from falling to the ground however. 'You alright hun?' he asks, letting go when she's _

steady to move and pick up the leaflet. His eyebrows raise as he realises what she is protesting.

...thinks it's been awhile since someone's caught her, but rights herself with a thanks. "Fine, thank you." She drops to her knees to pick up her fliers, gathering them all. "Do you have an android, sir?"

Laughs, 'I am an android Hun.' He continues to gather up the leaflets regardless however. 'Couldn't you tell?' He asks, with a grin.

hadn't really gotten a good look at him, more preoccupied with her fallen fliers. She takes him in completely, and takes a couple steps back from him. She's not afraid...far from it, she's practically an_

_android assassin when she isn't doing...this. But that thing caught her, and there'd been contact, and...ugh. She makes a small noise of assent, and inspects him closely. "You're fairly injured. Have you been_

_plotting the demise of humankind lately?" It's a sneer, and she's slowly backing away. Ugh, she needs a drink. Maybe four.

looks bemused. There is no other word for it. 'No Maam,' he replies, handing her the leaflets. 'I see you have been busy however.' An observation, verging on sarcasm... but, can a simple android be sarcastic?

takes the leaflets from him, careful not to touch his hand. "I have to get the word out somehow. Even when your kind turns against is, people chalk it up to a malfunction. But that's bullshit when your kind _

_can practically think on their own."

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hums, 'Well... it is true that we learn, but the only beings we can learn anything useful from are humans... so, if there was a 'revolution' wouldn't it reflect on you more than us?' He tucks his hands into_

his back pocket, 'And I'm injured because one of your 'kind' sold me to an underground android boxing ring, but that's my fault I guess?'

knows. She knows that these things are just machines, and she can't feel bad or sorry for them. "Then I suppose you aren't built to feel pain. No loss there." Be straight, be firm. Not the first time an_

_android has tried to talk you out of this.

shrugs, 'I wasn't built to fight. I feel it.' He grins, amicably, 'I doubt an android can change your opinion however, maam.'

definitely heading to the bar after this. "Smarter than you look. No, you can't." Possibly the only thing that really stands out to her about this android...the lilt. He was a foreigner, just like her. Well_

_no...humans were foreigners. He was manufactured elsewhere, and brought here.

a special order for his original owner, shipped from Australia. 'We don't have as many receptors as you do nerves, but we do have the sensation of touch and know a light brush from a right hook.'

to say so badly that she knows. She's ripped androids apart, heard them scream, short out, and everything else. But that job...is her secret. "Then I suppose you know when you should run, and when you should_

_run. I'm not going to pity you, android." No, she couldn't let anything compromise her when it was time to kill another one of his kind.

smiles, 'I do actually. They say a fight between androids is only interesting if they are programmed to have a survival instinct.' He takes the hint though, turning away. 'See ya around, hun.'

frowns for a moment, watching him go off. "Let's hope not." She murmurs under her breath, before heading straight for the bar.