“Are you like some kinda cyborg? Dude! That’s fucking awesome,” she says and she almost manages a whole grin there for a second. “It’s like something I’d see in a comic book or a movie or something.”
She realises that’s being weird, though. Whoops.
“Oh, uh. Shit, that’s probably kind of a lot. Sorry. No one where I’m from has anything like that. It’s probably less cool to be the dude with a cool metal arm than to be the chick gawking at it.”
Of course she has no idea just how uncool and traumatic his life might be to him, but then, her own hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park either.
But she steers herself back to the more immediate topic, that almost-grin fading back into a frown.
“Yeah. Me too, everything dusty, different weather. It really fucked with me. I guess I shouldn’t let it. I mean, let’s be real, everything here is just designed to fuck with us. But why take our clothes? I had these ones I took from the store back in the beginning. What's the point, though? Just to be douchebags?"
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She realises that’s being weird, though. Whoops.
“Oh, uh. Shit, that’s probably kind of a lot. Sorry. No one where I’m from has anything like that. It’s probably less cool to be the dude with a cool metal arm than to be the chick gawking at it.”
Of course she has no idea just how uncool and traumatic his life might be to him, but then, her own hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park either.
But she steers herself back to the more immediate topic, that almost-grin fading back into a frown.
“Yeah. Me too, everything dusty, different weather. It really fucked with me. I guess I shouldn’t let it. I mean, let’s be real, everything here is just designed to fuck with us. But why take our clothes? I had these ones I took from the store back in the beginning. What's the point, though? Just to be douchebags?"