She – "she" is what he'll go with – really only created a dozen more questions with that answer of hers, but Adam holds off on putting a voice to any of them. He shakes his head.]
No, just… Unexpected. [She's certainly graceful, in a way – somehow graceful and robotic all at once. That urge to reach out and try and see what she's made of still hasn't quite left him, either.
To curb the temptation, he walks around to the other side of the table that's been set up, putting it between him and her. On it is an eclectic spread of items – some sorted, most unsorted. Some even broken during transport to the cargo boy, judging by the microtools he's supposedly found and appropriated. There's been an attempt to fix some of the damage to those mechanisms that he can wrap his head around... With varying levels of success. He leans forward, both palms against the edge of the table, and watches Fi.]
My name's Adam Jensen. [Since they're doing introductions and all. Or sharing designations, as the case may be.]
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She – "she" is what he'll go with – really only created a dozen more questions with that answer of hers, but Adam holds off on putting a voice to any of them. He shakes his head.]
No, just… Unexpected. [She's certainly graceful, in a way – somehow graceful and robotic all at once. That urge to reach out and try and see what she's made of still hasn't quite left him, either.
To curb the temptation, he walks around to the other side of the table that's been set up, putting it between him and her. On it is an eclectic spread of items – some sorted, most unsorted. Some even broken during transport to the cargo boy, judging by the microtools he's supposedly found and appropriated. There's been an attempt to fix some of the damage to those mechanisms that he can wrap his head around... With varying levels of success. He leans forward, both palms against the edge of the table, and watches Fi.]
My name's Adam Jensen. [Since they're doing introductions and all. Or sharing designations, as the case may be.]