I don't consider it an imposition, either, and I don't do it because I think that I have to. He's my partner, so it's natural for me to help him with some things, right?
[He remembers that Jill mentioned her partner in a friendly way, after all. And what else is he going to do with his time? Only so much of it can be dedicated to work and research.
Connor is still avoiding wording it as something that he wants to do, even if there's only so much he can do to deny it. Maybe it's just a unique feature of his programming to try to pretend he still feels nothing.]
It's okay. Maybe [He pauses, just briefly.] some other time. You weren't harmed either, were you?
You sure about that? I'm just saying if it's something you don't want to do and feel you were... tied to back home, I've got your back.
Just so you know.
[ He could go kick sand bags attached to trees? That's what she does, after all. It's quite fulfilling. Either way, she's just worried about him because of the implication of being an android and... not human. She's not sure what he was meant to do, if he's bound to something like that. ]
...I'm fine. I was too far away in the desert to make it back in time to do anything. I was a little exhausted, but that's it.
[Connor wonders if it really seems like he's somehow bitter or upset about helping the Lieutenant, or only doing it because he's obligated to. It's another thing on the list of things he doesn't quite understand about Jill, but it shouldn't have any real effect on their interactions, so that's alright. It's part of what makes his conversations with humans interesting.]
I'm sure. But thank you.
[So she was on a trip, either to Shaarnath or the airship facilities, it seems. All the better, he thinks. The situation was resolved eventually, but there were a number of casualties, and... it's a relief that no one else he knows was hurt.]
I would consider it a failing of my social programming if you didn't think so. [It's a little tongue in cheek—just vague enough to neither confirm nor deny, and to allow her to think what she likes.] But I'm glad to hear you weren't involved.
[ Funny thing is? She doesn't think that he is. She doesn't think it's that, though she suspects their connection is out of a combination of some kind of obligation and him simply being someone familiar. But she doesn't know. She just wants to make sure he's alright.
Which is a little weird. Trust is one thing and concern is another, both rare in their own right. What does it matter or not? ]
Well alright.
[ If only it had been the facilities or near it, she might've been able to dump some cash on a table and get moving back faster. It was purely indulgent to go out there alone and she... knows better than that. To go alone. She won't do it again, at least. ]
Yeah, yeah. If that's the case, someone programmed you to be a smartass. ;)
But I like that about you.
(And it's pretty cute that you were concerned about me!)
[Granted, that person didn't exactly like him and actually was meaning to insult him. But. ... still.
The fact that he's being found cute is a little curious, however. He has been putting forward a friendly face, and he was designed to be easy to like, but cute is another thing.]
It's typical to be concerned about a friend, isn't it?
Somehow, I get the feeling I'm not the first in Verens, either.
[ Sucks to be them, Jill thinks he's an absolute delight. It feels to her like their sense of humor (which could be considered to be "messing with people") is about the same. ]
You sure you want to call me that? Because once we're friends, you're stuck with me.
And it is. I don't think you needed me to answer that.
[Being stuck with someone like Jill is hardly the worst thing that could happen to him. But of course, he hadn't entirely been certain their relationship was classified as "friends" in her mind; it's a thing that varies so much from person to person, and he'd wanted to test for her reaction. She doesn't seem put off by it, at least.]
Maybe not, but it's always good to have more data.
You can call me what you want, but I'm alright with it. I like you well enough. :)
[ For someone who is as closed-off as she is about certain things -- the little personal details, not the big ones -- she seems quick to call him a friend. She has tiers of friends and most people fall into a more casual category. The close ones, the truly trusted can be counted on her hand. ]
Was that a joke or were you being serious? If it's a joke, it's a good one. If not remind me to mess up your hair next time we meet.
[It's nice to have a little bit of reassurance. As long as they're on good terms, however deep (or shallow) the connection may go, Connor has no complaints.]
I think I'll leave that up for you to decide. Just in case, though, I'll warn you that my hair is very hard to put out of place.
Guess I'll work extra hard to make a mess in that case.
Anyway, I got something for you.
[ Except that's all she says, which suggests she's making him ask about it or guess. Despite the text, she seems kind of excited about it! Wonder why... ]
[He's been out and about in Verens-like clothes, at least, even if it's... mostly been the same outfit. It's amazing what not sweating will do for laundry.]
I'm sure you still put thought into it. Would you like me to meet you somewhere?
If I could, I would. [Even if it was just to sit with a friend, rather than for the sake of enjoying the drink.] Consuming anything would damage my power systems.
In any case, how were you planning to get this surprise to me, if not meeting up?
[Unless she just wanted to ask for his address. But somehow he doubts she'd put this vague spin on it if she didn't want to see his reaction in person.]
Anyway, I might've just been thinkin' about sending it to you. Or teasing and eventually dropping it off. [ The latter seems more likely than the former. ] But like I said I don't mind meeting up.
Not unless you find a way to build and install a digestive system for me.
[He doesn't know that he's really missing out all that much. Sure, taste seems like it might be an... alright sensation, but. On the other hand, coffee exists, so there are awful things about it too.
[He doesn't have any social modules installed for receiving gifts, so he's not certain which option would be better received... he supposes he still has a lot to learn. Still, if she's putting the effort into giving him something, it seems better not to make her go any further to do it.]
[ She's pretty sure he was making a joke, but it's hard to say. A whole digestive tract would do more than just have a stomach; you had to remove what was eaten, after all. But it's a weird conversation overall, even though she hopes he can experience normal everyday things some day. ]
Alright. I'll be waiting.
[ She mentally tries to draw him a map. It's not crude, but it leaves a lot to be desired. Still, it gives him an idea where she is. ]
I didn't expect you to be squeamish about machines, Jill.
[Or in general, what with her line of work. He does hope his teasing comes through right, though; it's not as if he can transmit tone through text, and he's not sure his... processes would come across the same as human humor. Maybe he'll test it at some other point, with someone else.
The map is easy enough to follow, at least; he's scanned enough maps of the area to get a specific enough location that he's sure he could find her within a few minutes of searching.]
I'll see you in a bit.
[So he heads off as promised. He arrives within twenty minutes or so, dressed in a vest and the Verens equivalent of business casual. If she's outside, he'll greet her with a nod, but if not, he'll knock on the door three times.]
[ She leaves it at that, briefly considering a little winky face at the end but instead deciding to leave him guessing. He doesn't waste time like her other guests might, so she expects he'll be over lickety-split (or, at least within a reasonable amount of time) so she gets to wiping down the kitchen table.
Cases are put in small ammo boxes and any extra bit of gunpowder has been cleaned so well you wouldn't know that the table's used more for making ammo than eating on. Normally, she'd grab a bottle of something for her and a guest to drink, but she has no idea what she can offer Connor to make him more comfortable other than maybe a seat. Did his legs get tired and feet hurt, even? Questions she'd try to sate another time, maybe.
By the time she's finished, there's already a succession of three quick knocks and assuming it's him, she pops her head out the door then swings it open. ]
You changed, huh. [ She's ushering him in before she carries on, though. ] I haven't quite embraced the local clothing style, myself.
[Connor heads inside as indicated, not wanting to waste any of Jill's time or let in any cold.]
If I'm going to be an effective officer, I thought I should show some attempts towards integrating into their culture.
[He takes a few moments to scan the room in an even movement as he replies before turning his gaze back to Jill. He doesn't seem to make any moves towards sitting down, however, simply giving her a pleasant, friendly expression that's almost a smile.]
Some of it can be a bit much, though. [That is to say, he doesn't blame her for sticking closer to what she knows.]
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[He remembers that Jill mentioned her partner in a friendly way, after all. And what else is he going to do with his time? Only so much of it can be dedicated to work and research.
Connor is still avoiding wording it as something that he wants to do, even if there's only so much he can do to deny it. Maybe it's just a unique feature of his programming to try to pretend he still feels nothing.]
It's okay. Maybe [He pauses, just briefly.] some other time. You weren't harmed either, were you?
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Just so you know.
[ He could go kick sand bags attached to trees? That's what she does, after all. It's quite fulfilling. Either way, she's just worried about him because of the implication of being an android and... not human. She's not sure what he was meant to do, if he's bound to something like that. ]
...I'm fine. I was too far away in the desert to make it back in time to do anything. I was a little exhausted, but that's it.
For a robot you sure do care a lot, you know.
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I'm sure. But thank you.
[So she was on a trip, either to Shaarnath or the airship facilities, it seems. All the better, he thinks. The situation was resolved eventually, but there were a number of casualties, and... it's a relief that no one else he knows was hurt.]
I would consider it a failing of my social programming if you didn't think so. [It's a little tongue in cheek—just vague enough to neither confirm nor deny, and to allow her to think what she likes.] But I'm glad to hear you weren't involved.
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Which is a little weird. Trust is one thing and concern is another, both rare in their own right. What does it matter or not? ]
Well alright.
[ If only it had been the facilities or near it, she might've been able to dump some cash on a table and get moving back faster. It was purely indulgent to go out there alone and she... knows better than that. To go alone. She won't do it again, at least. ]
Yeah, yeah. If that's the case, someone programmed you to be a smartass. ;)
But I like that about you.
(And it's pretty cute that you were concerned about me!)
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[Granted, that person didn't exactly like him and actually was meaning to insult him. But. ... still.
The fact that he's being found cute is a little curious, however. He has been putting forward a friendly face, and he was designed to be easy to like, but cute is another thing.]
It's typical to be concerned about a friend, isn't it?
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[ Sucks to be them, Jill thinks he's an absolute delight. It feels to her like their sense of humor (which could be considered to be "messing with people") is about the same. ]
You sure you want to call me that? Because once we're friends, you're stuck with me.
And it is. I don't think you needed me to answer that.
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[Being stuck with someone like Jill is hardly the worst thing that could happen to him. But of course, he hadn't entirely been certain their relationship was classified as "friends" in her mind; it's a thing that varies so much from person to person, and he'd wanted to test for her reaction. She doesn't seem put off by it, at least.]
Maybe not, but it's always good to have more data.
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[ For someone who is as closed-off as she is about certain things -- the little personal details, not the big ones -- she seems quick to call him a friend. She has tiers of friends and most people fall into a more casual category. The close ones, the truly trusted can be counted on her hand. ]
Was that a joke or were you being serious? If it's a joke, it's a good one. If not remind me to mess up your hair next time we meet.
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[It's nice to have a little bit of reassurance. As long as they're on good terms, however deep (or shallow) the connection may go, Connor has no complaints.]
I think I'll leave that up for you to decide. Just in case, though, I'll warn you that my hair is very hard to put out of place.
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Anyway, I got something for you.
[ Except that's all she says, which suggests she's making him ask about it or guess. Despite the text, she seems kind of excited about it! Wonder why... ]
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I'm getting the impression it's meant to be a surprise.
[But okay, he'll bite.]
What is it?
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Your impression's right, but I wish you'd have let me go "it's a surprise!" so I could get that satisfaction from messing with you.
But I guess that's my fault for messing with you, huh. I kind of deserve it.
Anyway, it's nothing all that special but I'm making rounds with 'em.
[ Mysterious! At least she seems to enjoy that part of it. Well, most parts of it. She wonders if her robobuddy can even wear other clothing... Hm. ]
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I'm sure you still put thought into it. Would you like me to meet you somewhere?
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Well, if you're so eager to meet up, guess we could.
You'll have to figure it out, though. Since you don't drink, you spoilsport.
[ It's like she forgot the difference between Don't and Can't. ]
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If I could, I would. [Even if it was just to sit with a friend, rather than for the sake of enjoying the drink.] Consuming anything would damage my power systems.
In any case, how were you planning to get this surprise to me, if not meeting up?
[Unless she just wanted to ask for his address. But somehow he doubts she'd put this vague spin on it if she didn't want to see his reaction in person.]
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Anyway, I might've just been thinkin' about sending it to you. Or teasing and eventually dropping it off. [ The latter seems more likely than the former. ] But like I said I don't mind meeting up.
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[He doesn't know that he's really missing out all that much. Sure, taste seems like it might be an... alright sensation, but. On the other hand, coffee exists, so there are awful things about it too.
Anyway.]
Where can I find you?
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[ That's ignoring the small details, but she can tell that was probably just a little bit of a joke. ]
My place? Or, I can meet you somewhere.
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[He doesn't have any social modules installed for receiving gifts, so he's not certain which option would be better received... he supposes he still has a lot to learn. Still, if she's putting the effort into giving him something, it seems better not to make her go any further to do it.]
I'll come to you.
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[ She's pretty sure he was making a joke, but it's hard to say. A whole digestive tract would do more than just have a stomach; you had to remove what was eaten, after all. But it's a weird conversation overall, even though she hopes he can experience normal everyday things some day. ]
Alright. I'll be waiting.
[ She mentally tries to draw him a map. It's not crude, but it leaves a lot to be desired. Still, it gives him an idea where she is. ]
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[Or in general, what with her line of work. He does hope his teasing comes through right, though; it's not as if he can transmit tone through text, and he's not sure his... processes would come across the same as human humor. Maybe he'll test it at some other point, with someone else.
The map is easy enough to follow, at least; he's scanned enough maps of the area to get a specific enough location that he's sure he could find her within a few minutes of searching.]
I'll see you in a bit.
[So he heads off as promised. He arrives within twenty minutes or so, dressed in a vest and the Verens equivalent of business casual. If she's outside, he'll greet her with a nod, but if not, he'll knock on the door three times.]
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[ She leaves it at that, briefly considering a little winky face at the end but instead deciding to leave him guessing. He doesn't waste time like her other guests might, so she expects he'll be over lickety-split (or, at least within a reasonable amount of time) so she gets to wiping down the kitchen table.
Cases are put in small ammo boxes and any extra bit of gunpowder has been cleaned so well you wouldn't know that the table's used more for making ammo than eating on. Normally, she'd grab a bottle of something for her and a guest to drink, but she has no idea what she can offer Connor to make him more comfortable other than maybe a seat. Did his legs get tired and feet hurt, even? Questions she'd try to sate another time, maybe.
By the time she's finished, there's already a succession of three quick knocks and assuming it's him, she pops her head out the door then swings it open. ]
You changed, huh. [ She's ushering him in before she carries on, though. ] I haven't quite embraced the local clothing style, myself.
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If I'm going to be an effective officer, I thought I should show some attempts towards integrating into their culture.
[He takes a few moments to scan the room in an even movement as he replies before turning his gaze back to Jill. He doesn't seem to make any moves towards sitting down, however, simply giving her a pleasant, friendly expression that's almost a smile.]
Some of it can be a bit much, though. [That is to say, he doesn't blame her for sticking closer to what she knows.]