“you need not apologise. i don't oppose audience. if you so desire, you may call me imogene. or whatever other name you'd like.”
she took note of the actions of the other's tongue. was this what organic beings would call habit? it intrigued her.
“i know i do not need —
of course the synthetic woman sensed the other before she'd even gotten here but it was quite obvious she posed no threat.
continue, she would, until the final movement.
“is there something i can help you with?” spoken flatly as the sword simply disappeared —
practicing oddly with a claymore-like object. she would make it look as light as a feather in her hands.
less combat practice and far more like swift, agile dance.
hand on her chest, bowing as if she were no more than a simple assistant.
“a wonderful encounter. your appreciation shall be cherished. would you like me to attempt to complete this task, Ari?” standing upright, tilting her head subtly as clasped her hands in front of herself.
regardless of the cold metal that sealed a lot of her figure, she wished to appear warm somehow.
“forgive me… i am imogene. i heard your need and acted… while also not yet knowing what i am supposed to do.”⠀she needed to learn all on her own as an escaped synthetic being.
“this is not the way to… tuck someone in… is it..?”
this is not something she has learned… taking care of a living being.











