It's the sexy kind of crest and yeah she saw you lookin'! Best that last century look he's sporting.
Flashpoint is about to do a verbal victory lap as he agrees with her, but then the blaming starts. "Me!? What? I didn't--" well okay that's not entirely true. She had some choice words to say to her captives, both before and after. "I'm fully entitled to verbally express my rage at being treated like some second rate AI with none of the rights of a sentient being." PEER. "Like you didn't."
She's just going to sit down in a huff, back to a wall and crate in front of her, just close enough that he can see what she's doing if he tries, (because she's in the most mature mindset right now clearly). And then she'll do a little inventory of her stuff, starting with the grenades and ammo charge cartridges that get slipped into the storage in her door panels. The two pistols get set aside for now, she'll holster them later when their presence stops being comforting. (which might be never, oops)
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Flashpoint is about to do a verbal victory lap as he agrees with her, but then the blaming starts. "Me!? What? I didn't--" well okay that's not entirely true. She had some choice words to say to her captives, both before and after. "I'm fully entitled to verbally express my rage at being treated like some second rate AI with none of the rights of a sentient being." PEER. "Like you didn't."
She's just going to sit down in a huff, back to a wall and crate in front of her, just close enough that he can see what she's doing if he tries, (because she's in the most mature mindset right now clearly). And then she'll do a little inventory of her stuff, starting with the grenades and ammo charge cartridges that get slipped into the storage in her door panels. The two pistols get set aside for now, she'll holster them later when their presence stops being comforting. (which might be never, oops)