[Rinzler sees the concern. For him. Of him. Every line of his user's frame broadcasts pure watchfulness, and Rinzler stiffens, frustration warring shame as he steps after. He isn't glitched. He isn't sorry, either. These users deserved much worse than the threat he'd offered when he first found out.
But his user's judgement isn't hard to guess.
Mask low. Hands open at each side. Rinzler shrinks into defaults as they walk, and if he can't completely block the data, at least his downward stare limits input to periphery. When Alan-one turns back, he hesitates only a moment before ducking his head and stepping forward.
no subject
But his user's judgement isn't hard to guess.
Mask low. Hands open at each side. Rinzler shrinks into defaults as they walk, and if he can't completely block the data, at least his downward stare limits input to periphery. When Alan-one turns back, he hesitates only a moment before ducking his head and stepping forward.
Please let it stop here.]