She's been called worse. And if Deadlock wants to get into a battle of the
wits with slander as a weapon, well, she's got game.
"S'what I live for," she rumbles, her attention still on the datapad until
a split second later when she realizes what he said. W-what? Is that a
compliment or an insult? She suspects the latter, but whatever, he still
called her pretty. HA. It spreads a catty smile over her face, "Bet
you'd enjoy that, huh? Dirtying me up?"
Yeah just try and deny or accept that without sounding awkward.
The hands that hold the datapad are less then pretty though, battered and
dented as only hands routinely used as weapons could be. Flashpoint almost
wishes she found something heinous in the scans, something she could use as
justification for a rallying cry against the confederation's treatment of
mechanicals. "No. Well, no anomalies compared to my last scan anyway. Just
after effects from the extraction." She catches herself rubbing her chest
plating then, hand snapping back to the datapad.
no subject
She's been called worse. And if Deadlock wants to get into a battle of the wits with slander as a weapon, well, she's got game.
"S'what I live for," she rumbles, her attention still on the datapad until a split second later when she realizes what he said. W-what? Is that a compliment or an insult? She suspects the latter, but whatever, he still called her pretty. HA. It spreads a catty smile over her face, "Bet you'd enjoy that, huh? Dirtying me up?"
Yeah just try and deny or accept that without sounding awkward.
The hands that hold the datapad are less then pretty though, battered and dented as only hands routinely used as weapons could be. Flashpoint almost wishes she found something heinous in the scans, something she could use as justification for a rallying cry against the confederation's treatment of mechanicals. "No. Well, no anomalies compared to my last scan anyway. Just after effects from the extraction." She catches herself rubbing her chest plating then, hand snapping back to the datapad.