"...Ah-ri-right—a...native creature from my world. E-Eight legged, hard exoskeleton, chitin, mandibles, s-some can shoot lightning. A-Also mostly almost to my size, t-though older specimens can grow...larger."
If Laura looks closely, this girl looks young herself—and is dressed in a military attire. A camouflage uniform, vest with all sort of pouches and doodads, waist belts with electronics, pads and armour for her legs and, as well as a rifle on her back carried from a strap.
всегда верен"C-Careful, they are...venomous. A-And usually there's more than one of them. They taste good though...", she answered Laura as she looked to Stag with the drone following her gaze, and nods at Stag.
"A-And to you as well—its r-rare for us to see other non-hostile robots—m-much less a-ah, sentient one."
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(To Annie)
I wouldn't be so smug if I were you.
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."